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Ill the logic of theft.

there is no way of totally expressing the thoughts and feelings if you have not been through these intolerable things yourself… lurching forward without understanding the overall implications of what i am getting into by explaining the unknown… complications of a certain commodity… the bus was a butt-fucker, seriously, scheduling around mass transit when life leaves very little time for the living….it isn’t really worth it for the paranoid and scared masses… where do all the joyriders go?… i wish i could ever say that which really expresses the fullness of the situation… every telling seems lacking with any depth, and the surface is far too cryptic to make others understand what lies beneath, some chemical machinery striking up a conversation with the stranger parts of all of us somewhere… not wanting to stand unwary of the ensuing fisticuffs as the audience goes from objective to subjective, the next thing i know after the settling of loss and depression, the call is made and the car is found… however, attached to this is the blissful ignorance that things can just be as they were before the car was stolen, but that is truly an accent on the folly of humanity… there is no way to pass through this particular chapter of the devil’s gauntlet unharmed in some way, but the idea is not to let the fear be the only trigger, thinking decisively needs to be a priority when least expected… in the tumult of daily experiences, there is the obvious alternation between practical attentions and the imaginative/ creative essence as the time passes one by, but there are very few ways to eliminate these cycles before they cater to everyone else’s needs first… we move beyond the immovable together… the ideas and concepts turn to stony irretrievability as the decades turn into centuries, and we find our dreams plucked from the hive mind as the innovators are born and polished into the thoughtful beings destined to become… the inspiration for greatness is similar to the lack thereof in that they require the energy of countless numbers of generations to affix a probability into place that makes a result within certainty… our ‘Merican government is an example of what starts as the noblest of ideals for freedom, but over hundreds of years the milk eventually spoiled and soured as more individuals became indifferent to the struggles of others, now it is fear and guilt to manipulate the straight-laced among us… our desires have become our own worst enemies because they are all internal as opposed to external evils out there in the outside world… nature or nurture only matters if you feel like being skeptical about the magic inherent within…

Thanks, khet.