And the Walls Came Tumbling Down

I wanted be rich, better looking, with bigger tits, and to have a better life than the one I had. I have blasphemed everything I can think of thus far.  I blasphemed the catholic church, I blasphemed all church, and I blasphemed the U.S. government (after ceasing to be frightened of it.) I  blasphemed everything I could think of including the very entity which saved my life.  That's just how I am.  I operate in vacillation between savage defiance and crumbling despair.  I'm always someplace on the spectrum. At  the extremes, we call this the victim/vigilante syndrome. I have determined that I exist in a profane reality and seek to find myself, so to speak.  Let's face it finding oneself can be an arduous process in this rodeo as evidenced by all the self help books flooding the market.  I was told that those are for people who can help themselves in a vacuum and I wasn't one of the...

I'll tell ya something I've found a lot of truth on this internet   The best truth I ever found I got from an old lady. She died but before she did she told me that I could do whatever I wanted to do and that I had freedoms which were denied to her in her youth. Her name was Ann but that she said was not a proper name so they called her Amy.  She said if you are pregnant they have you because you are in effect vulnerable this is the state in which we find ourselves she told me... Now you go and solve WAR... I guess I tend to take myself a little too seriously...