Pack your bags... eternity awaits!
I honestly feel like sevent cents right now, so easily identified as useless.
My undertakings are so often relentlessly haphazard. I dont know why but my organs have decided to swap functions today, but not locations. Its parallax day on planet Ross. Shit, why fucking not? How often do you find yourself seeking counsel for a burden youve had to bear for the first time, and your audience thinks you're trying to rob them?

Not an insult, not even that it's was a gross mistake, or atleast a miscalculation to confide in an audience of 98% strangers, that it was the truth, that I had been sent here to rob them is what left me reeling as if kissed by a flying cinderblock.

I don't think I've been this physically and mentally tired in three years. This tap dancing on dental floss routine has gotta go. The funny thing is I'm pissed at the fact that it's going unrecognized, and yet that's the only way I'd bring myself to the screeching halt;
that I'm finally about to strangle the piss out of dysfunction continues to be my only hope for the future.

Here's my plea, GO!
Away from me, you quixotic fucking anachronisms.
Over your own solitary fate given obstacles, and not the unscalable monoliths of your own design.
Flee this land of muddled desire so fast you tread water and suffer jet lag.
But most importantly, leave only to stay gone.
...less you stay only to not leave.

Thats the problem with everyone winning.
No accomplishment at all!
There are no prizes to be won.
Like a bizarro world carnival game.
Imagine if you will a dartboard with a funnel in the middle.
See the crusty dry wind fish, sun burned whale in the noon sky.
We built a microwave that heats metals, but breaks if you cook plastics.
Picture your own similar mechanisms.
I'd have better luck trying to stop the rain;
I'll catch every individual drop. . . seems feasible at this point.

Sorry 2%. I was just trying deliver a point I'd thought of 6 months ago, thats why I feel like a time traveler, wondering of days long passed. Not that we had problems yesterday is the source of my confustion, but that we didn't back then, and maybe we should have. Nary a thing rests in my head of those days that I doubt or hasten to analyze... but when something turns out to be false, it's only human nature keep an eye open on those with the ability to hurt us. Welcome to the desert of malcontent. Free canteens, not a drop of water contained within.