me a teaser? never!---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Reality, why does it feel so haphazard? I chip off the paint to reveal her cold steel form that caused my madness.

I go to prison again.  We walk through the yard, and I can tangibly hear an energy that I don't like, a scrutiny of me to which I cannot respond.  I can only deal with

I was on my Grandmother's farm for the summer when the postman delivered it. The answer to the problem. It came in a white box, stamped with the logo of the US Dept of Agriculture, and a barcode.

they are in an abandoned fairground.  there are patches of grass amidst the mudded walkways.  brokendown pieces of carnival rides and dividing fences are scattered haphazardly covered in rust.  the sun colors the sky the sort of muted yellow that late afternoons in autumn bring.  shadows cast along the ground obscure moving figures.  there are people at a distance but they keep a slow shuffle.

The conversation is a dialectic on the subject of self versus selfless. Selfishness versus selflessness. Now when I speak of selfishness, I don't mean it in the classic sense of the word. There is a deeper unique interpretation that I've come to understand. Selfishness is not malevolent like we think it is. What makes it dangerous is that lack of malevolence. Selfishness is a trap. The complete lack of thought about the outside world creates a black hole. Let's place the self on a gradient. Beyond self we have family. Beyond that comes community, then society, ecosystem, biome, and so on until reach everything, the universe, infinity, something completely incomprehensible.