when things fall apart, they were never meant to be built

when questioned "why?", the self finds console in answering "why not?". a question with a question is only but a vicious cycle, a downward spiral that will only lead to extintion. is there an end? if there is an answer to that question that is not another question then there is no reason to answer it.

after reading my inner self several times, i have come down to the conclusion that images from past, present and future are not like energy. they can be destroyed, they can be eliminated from existance and never again relived. yet the process can be very painful and stressful and could even kill you. i am not dead yet but scars do fill my body like a carpace that protects me from future wounds. i may be bound to reflect this with a cold heart, but once you've crossed that... well... lets just say the trip is more pleasant.

i destroy only to rebuild. buildings i erect are feelings meant to fall apart, but if while building, i sabotage, its only because it's not worth wasting bricks and cement.

this is probably the most "in your face" i'll ever be. you can go ahead and blame me, i'm not worried, my giveafuckometer is malfunctioning and unable to give a fuck.

have a nice day.