or better yet, really bad ones. most of us, that is. the ones that are 'really great'.... well, they're running the show, aren't they? isn't there some kind of uncanny irony about the way the ones that run the show are either inherently evil, or more diplomatically put, inherently vulnerable to becoming evil in a position of power. or, inherently vulnerable to releasing the inherent tendency to be evil.... I could just go on with this bullshit, but it all sounds like exactly just that: bullshit. mind mush, because I'm not feeling very verbose right now. more just mental runnings that keep hitting a fucking turbulent mode whenever they try to manifest as words. too much opening up wide in here - is it possible to see too fucking much? so much so that everything because so fucking bright that it blinds you? haven't i written these words already once before? I'm sure I have, because nothing seems to have changed. well, scratch that - i have actually evolved in my level of lunacy. more mad thand before - trying not to crumble and fold in the midst of all this shit.
isn't it sad that I trust nothing and no one? that this is the year that the bridges burned? but did I actively burn them? or was it just that I chose the wrong fucking bridges in the first place? not really bridges, just feeble little stepping stones bobbing a in violent river. but you can't burn stones... so make that logs. bobbing logs. and this is just utter shit. better to have kept it in my head. but this is called 'mindflow' afterall. eventhough right now it feels and looks and smells more like 'mindvomit'....
