I bought a cryogenic patch to wear with my officer's jockstrap

What does it take? The twenty something nightmare is coming to it's disgusting close. The thirty something nightmare will now take over. I am prepared and that is why I have boughten plenty of water and accoutrements that will allow for the overall takeover. Sure, I haven't yet been through, or around the block yet, but I am unafraid that the tsunami rain would take us overboard. Who's coming along?

Our wrought pilgrimage lambasted through the latest 10 years left us in the vaulted swell, I am hammered, I am yet to be yoked, or egged or leathered. TRembling....

Can I blame everything on everyone else, can I? I want to. I do to. When push comes to shove, I give in to the impact. Wear the misery I always thought. I never had that drama ridden all over my face. Ok I take it back. There a nurse to turn over your wounds. I don't get overly excited anymore. I'm wondering whether the sensible part of my rationale will give way to light with that slow steady pace. Whether the exposure and the doubt and the confusion has it's place. Whether I can be the hero. Whether the life runs red.

Rest... rest... rest....

I wonder, with religion comes a strength I don't believe in. Faith in the unknown pours. Does that same offering show itself when the Earth shakes? Does the Earth shake from our movements from God? The atheists crackle when the flame runs hot. The blood soaks the clothes and makes us human. An ode to God delivers us from the flame. I am still unconvinced.

I blot out the sun with my eyes. I peel away the sulking babies. Is it too much to ask to be frozen into a grown blade. Does it make sense?

It's never too late to run.