Bored.

you are blanketed in deceit and lies, you possess all the uncanny abilities of a song bird, but not the voice, and this sheet of snow is not going to let you go, though you may scream and beg for salvation you dive headfirst into the shallow end when there is not one ounce of water in the pool, you discriminate for the sake of attraction, you break down the heads of all those you adore just to jump into the sack of one that doesn't comply with your understanding of unsaturated fats.  This is how it all comes back and no one really wants to show interest in it.  I know this doesn't make any sense but its not really suppose to, this isn't a grammatical equivalent of einsteins theory of relativity, i am simply expressing a long lost outrage over stupidity.  nothing is more courageous than the lion tamer chasing after so called virtue, and then simply standing waiting to be devoured byt he so called underlinggs he was trying to help.  And the crazy talk goes on and on, and i write out of boredom, writing to write, only nonsense, because that is how i function.  it is my doodle to talk in such unconnected passages so as to have something to do.  Waiting is killer, and time passes far too slowly.