It’s a needle in a haystack, the task is to find where it’s fucked up. That’s troubleshooting in a nutshell. It sounds counterintuitive,but you’d actually want a politician to have a technical mind, to troubleshoot problems and fix what’s fucked up.
Be we don’t get that.
We get actors.
Self involved mother fuckers, acting like they don’t enjoy being seen. ” gaze upon me and all my attributes” I care..
The fuck you say.
No idea how people sleep at night, up in this game.
You begin to notice that you have a hate battery in your chest, as soon as you wake up, it kicks on. It might be the only thing that actually gets you out of bed, showing your teeth.
“I’m going to kill you”
Because I hate you, I hate looking at you, I hate listening to you talk about yourself, I fucking hate you and I hope your house burns down.
Then a bit of reflection..
Why do I feel this way?
(probably a trap, caught in an emotional cycle, it has become an operating system)
When did it start?
(too far back to remember)
How do I fix it?
(drugs? Therapy? A lobotomy? Unhealthy relationships with other human beings? Jesus? Distraction? Take your pick)
I really hate being alive sometimes…
( you just like bitching)
Voltage is dropping somewhere in the middle. I could be looking all day,
(break the circuit in the middle, work backwards)
No avail.
(try a third)
Almost 200 potential points of failure,,,
(how do you eat an elephant?)
One bite at a time….
Why would anyone want to eat an elephant in the first place?
(maybe they’re delicious)
dawn 