The desert of my mind has often been challenged by the random appearances of oases or similarly vexing influences. Many feel it cowardly or weak to make such attemptes to preserve it's state as I do.
This is merely how I operate, and certainly shouldn't under any good logic be comperable to the labor of others. Those who can relate, I assure you I am nothing like you.

Darkness is good in the desert. At night things cool off and you can hunt for food and water, perhaps even companionship. No matter how much is gathered or acquired, the sun still scorches away any progress, but the tracks will always be there where the wind is still. Nothing will ever take that away.



Drugs are bad, kids.
Don't do drugs.