missions

It's unused bullets. That's all, that's it. Your grandfather's top drawer filled with rounds for his shotgun. It's just in case. It's putting together a firm idea of who and what we are (individually), but always leaving room for just in case. It's what we are. I'd never kill a man unless. It'd never kill myself unless. It's the people who don't understand the jokes you tell yourself, and laugh along with, with your eyes closed at night. It's wondering what jokes they could possibly be telling themselves. It's constant change without notice. It's notice without change. Nagging injuries, physical, mental and altogether imaginary. It's the ridiculous thought of being told to make up one's mind. How? Why? Wait, how? Polarity doesn't only exist, it rules. Yes AND no. Right AND wrong. We don't always stumble.

posts per needed

internet where possible

notebook usually

shitty carpet

i don't expect to stop or start laughter.