deebug note: transition from dr. k and dr. r to van dykes today smooth..

Heavier air, deeper ground, higher pressure..

Let me waste a few minutes of life to type this. Let me save my breath so i can waste it later... Pressing all the right buttons, opening all the right doors, smiling when a smile is required, getting absolutely nowhere. Shaving down the point each and every time, now too bloodied and blunt to make any difference. Slurping from my sour bowl of cynicism. Why? Soon there will be nothing to hurt, nothing to protect, nothing worth masking. Judgement and justice divorced at the altar.. their children living in my head. Each in their wicked ways wooing the court for their paternal rights. Their children, the only company of truth.. Others, enlisting each side, unknowingly feeding embryos of miscontent. Slanted schemas of a twisted world.. conceived in a breath of wasted air, harvested by a jealous parent, consumed by a human soul.