I can't find my way for the road i walk looks dark and clouded. I trudge forward praying that the path i travel is the correct way. When I get to my destination I hope it is the place of plactitude I am searching for for if I have faultered along the way my mistake could be extremely detrimental. Only time will reveal if my course has been correct and as I approach the position of of procedural procedure I am filled with doubt and uncertainty. If I have calculated my course correctly the realm will manifest itself to everything of my beckoning and if I have mistepped then only god knows.

In a time of peace thier should be peace and quiet. People making noise is cause for war. I can't stand noise and when people make noise I scream for all call to arm. I will kill all noise makers and bring an end to all peace as long as there is noise there will be peril. People who ask questions need to undersstand the reason they ask questions. Thier are to many motherfuckers asking aimless questions for no goddamn reason. They just need to know shit. It don't matter what the fuck they know as long as its something they can ask you about. My goddamn business is my goddamn business. i mind my business and you mind yours.

I need to accomplish a passive passivation from here to my belonging of belongings. I belong in the realm of realmatic with closure with the people of my stanture. For you to be here and torment me is a given natural occurance but for me to be overwhelmed shows me you are a true adversary. You are very worthy of my conditional respect as a formiddable opponent but tonight I can't believe the the truth has been revealed. You are very slow. I have put you in a position of forentic farratical forentude that you cannot escape meet your defeat or you are soon to meet your demise. Their will be no prisoners without unconditional surrender.