Unanswered Questions

Balancing the ideas of the beautiful life of freedom with the realities they sell. Intelligence cannot even fight against that. Why does it fail so often? It is talked up so fucking much. As we run frantically in that direction we need to wonder periodically. Where is the ending point? When did I forget what would be considered the beginning moment? Is life supposed to seem like war? Am I now only fighting a defensive war? Is this really the best thing for me? Or is it the best thing for the world? One less fucking nut job in there eyes. Good we could hold him back that easy. Bitch I ain’t being held back. I am just waiting till you die so I can fucking go on with my business in fucking peace. The real kind of peace. The one where you get old and gorgeous in your decay. Not becoming a pathetic and addicted corpse walking like you have some sort of importance. That’s a goal if I could ever decipher one from these delusional ramblings.