Abstract in abstract

Scripturient me; by circumstance. I'd rather talk; I'd rather not want to have to talk; but here goes...

Test or tragedy, I wonder. Either way, I needed to vent. I was never a guy to live in the past. I've surprised myself by so not being like that anymore. Guess I should have seen it coming. Found my self happy when times were happy and now, lost when times are tough. Let myself be vulnerable; and now, walking a tight rope. Quickly one realizes, in times like this, one's emotional intelligence is put through the wringer and one's mettle tested.

If there has been one constant in my life, it's Ragina. I cannot express how much this silly, dusty, old comfort blanky means to me. Tending to a wounded heart, fortifying a uni-directional brain, training a simple mind; a balancing act I find myself in.

Right now, is a battle for my life; play it wise and I lose everyone, play is easy and I lose myself.

Forgive me, Tess. Forgive me, Mom. Forgive me, Dad ! I've made mistakes. I love you all !

Twilight of The Joint Commission

There was  time when there was a group of comrades who bestowed upon them selves a sense of power because of their almighty power to do bakchodi. They took upon social apps and sites and lay their servers to ruins. Flaunting victory and fueled only by smoking the ash from the fires of these servers, they were feared. They were known by many names. Riding on the backs of conviction and vindication, they spoke true and nothing but. As the sands of time ran through the venturies of the cunts they mocked, their presence began to wither. Servers ran better; and their sys-admins, happier. Universe moans in their silence. One wonders, why the whimper? One wonders, one wonders.