Where do you come from? No explanation is needed. You feel it or you don't. You smell the day on your hand and you think your little thoughs and sink down into your life. It can be good, and it can be very very bad. There's a lot of nuances that define true suffering. The truly altruistic can take it to a line in a place where all suffering is is a broad spectrum of not being nirvana. The other side is the cynic, doubtfully lookign at anyone who isn't dying painfully and advising a little gumption. What a ****ing backwoods word. A backwoods word for a backwards world. I feel like a thousand unseen things are all around. I don't recognize my body and the moon is somewhere outside, but it doesn't register. Too many synapses firing, to much though, too much paranoid connection between subjects, too much worry, too many bad solutions. Legal drugs, illegal drugs, suicide, self abuse, joy, drinking, losing onself, dying, crying, flying, fleeing, getting it down, getting it out, pathetic ****ing death rattles of a person just before one snaps out of it and wonders where the **** they had just been. Wondering why they though things were so bad. From the bottom of the mountain there is no reaching the summit. From the summit, it seemed so easy. I ****ing hate mountin climbing metaphors. PEOPLE CAN RATIONALIZE ANY ****ING DISQUIET IN THIER SOULS WITH A FEW CANDIED WORDS OF INTERNAL DIOLOUGE AND A PERSONAL VICE NOT ME! What shall become of this young generation, so preoccupied, with so few realizing it, and those still victim, even with thier growing horror at thier situation. I'm going to go eat something..... goog food, bad food, alcohol, or a bullet I'll flip a ****ing coin Roll your eyes HEATHENS ROLL YOUR ****ING EYES! Anyone want to loan me the money for a psychologist?