! Let's finish killing all these aliens so we can get back to killing each other.  It's abstract but it's a thought that would probably act itself out were we to be invaded by an extra-terrestrial race of beings.  I'm inspired by my frustration at the predicament overseas.. but when isn't there such a precarious position in which the world finds itself?  I wont ask the obvious why's or what good is it's. I'd much rather find comfort in slipping it under the rug.  On to more pressing matters i say..but what's more pressing?  Look inside yourself, for one.  That way, you won't see the bludgeoning coming.  Go peacefully, and with certain ignorance, my son.  All this talk of death..why so morbid today?  I don't really know, death is natural, and so is killing, not slaughter.  I can feel my skin crawling talking about external matters.  Through the pins&needles associated therewith, I can say that Feng Shui works for your mind, furniture in your appartment and even your desk at work, but the continents cannot be placed for convenience and tranquility--to name just a few.  I can put thoughts in the front, or back, or underneath my brain.  Those poor folks out in the middle of Hell can do no such thing but arrange their fallen rooves and bury their dead children--famine or rockets at fault, here.  This isn't an internal plea for the strength to find a way to help.  What will be will be, and I have my own life to worry about. Callous? never. But then again, I have a hard time winking on queue.

is a measure, to which we're all subjected.  How deeply rooted are you in your thoughts and beliefs? Will you ease yourself from one pot to another?  Don't lie, that's everyone's first mistake.  I don't like to tell you what's what but this is that; the fact of the situation at hand is that we're all under pressure.  Don't get too deep now, i'm talking atmopherically speaking. I walk under the weight of the heavens--the clouds, the air.. all exerting a ferocious load. Three out of five? Not good enough. Better luck next time, bloke.

come, other's go.  a lot of things stick around and you barely pay enough attention for them to be worth anything to you.  this is what we call 'taking it for granted.'  but who's to say we aren't born with (varying) degrees of innate entitlement to one thing or another.  i said varying..so don't even think about arguing.  some people don't deserve a thing they have in their lives, others deserve way more than they're given.  we call <- that being 'dealt a bad hand.'  i'm fortunate!  why? because i have a lot of good things and people in my life? sure.  but moreso because i have fallen quite gently into the karmatic stream.  if i do something bad..my universe corrects itself to compensate.. if i hold my tongue, people may one day down the road speak well of me.  if i bury my hands in my pockets, there is often a hug waiting for me sometime in the future.  but it's not just hoping for the future.. sometimes i am given something without ask for return..but something--the current-- urges me to pay that kindess forward, or even back. so, the little reservations i make seem to keep things moving smoothly for me, but time and space scold me for my wrong doings--i can't be upset with that.
--a farce: only infuriating if you don't see it coming

a lot of things wrong with plenty of right to set it all centered.  that's the balance of my life.  but lately the swings between stability and reckless discomforting feelings have been far too lengthy.  i could brush it off and say "it's ok," because that's what i always do.  you're expecting a "but."  you simply will not get one--because that is exactly what i'm going to do.  i'll brush it under the carpet and hope no one checks underneath.  all smiles.  there are too many good things that i'm thankful for to ponder such little misfortune that i may have to deal with from time to time.  like i said before: it's all a form of "discomfort," not any true, life-altering, fork-in-the-road types of scenarios..so i think i'm okay to push them aside. yes, i do know they add up.  yes, i do know they weigh on my happiness, but let me be an advocate of hollow, meaningless acquisitions to band-aid the internal void.  music downloads, organizing playlists, and sifting through newly taken photographs burn up my mind's energy that may be otherwise used for my own destruction.  so.. what's really important to me right now? hell if i know, i just need to keep my chin above water and do what makes me happy.  someone told me that they don't think i've ever been cocky a day in my life.. i still have a hard time believing that as the truth..but the only thing i will never see is what i look like from the outside. so for now i have to trust that person's words and hope i'm not being misled.  work is good. life is good. friends are a true fortune, those of which i am lucky to have.  i never know what to expect from myself.