Falsifying your wisdom to impart pain

30 today feels like the 20 of tomorrow. I hope that makes sense. Nothing makes sense anymore, certainly not that last statement. I hope and pray in a certain capacity that ageism is not affecting you as it is me. It gets bad in certain areas of any city, as Glenn Frey predicted in "You Belong to the City." You start to have curved and jagged dreams and feel oppressed by non-oppressive forces. Your face contorts and pulsates with new energy of the banality of it all. Then you sit and think for a moment, when the chance presents itself, and you realize that this act is no longer supported by your systems. I guess they call this wisdom.

The Sword IS Mighier than the Pen

The word is obsolete, although I have returned to it. Images are the new fad and are indeed more powerful: invigorating for me to pick up either for my use... the sword, the image, the pen. Pens are more readily available. Feel the pulse of its energy. The life force, not created with pork in mind after all, can be felt with the inception of the word, etc. I've moved into the vortex of un-training my mind. A long, arduous process fraught with new barriers, invisible or otherwise, Nyquil induced rage. Forget about the entertainment venue for now, time to open up the hatch and drop in the induction formula. A special center will be opened up specifically for this purpose.

Good night.