Through the unintelligible to the ineffable, a short but blistering ride. I try to be helpful; I try to be attentive; I try to fit in and help people get what they want.
I try, I try, I try. Sometimes I succeed, sometimes I don’t.
Failure to succeed is not failure. Life is full of grey areas. We forget that so easily. Disagreement on one little point is taken as a knife thrust, a betrayal, a war crime. If you don’t obey my rules, the ones you don’t know, I will fucking kill you. Separate! Split! Divide! Destroy and weaken them, undermine and taunt them. They are like sawdust beneath your feet.
And anyway we soldier on. We peacemaker on.
Our world is littered with the words and phrases we have borrowed from the subculture of murder we have raised to the superculture. We are fine killers. Love, we struggle with.
I don’t I don’t want I don’t want to I don’t want to continue.
