Shove through the annoyance. The pain is making you irritable…I seem to have an almost unending desire to write…A distraction…It distracts me from the migraine….It’s keeping me awake…Why am I so tired? I didn’t stay up that late, did I? It was only a few hours. Of sleep? No, I got seven hours of that you idiot...This ring is a symbol, a symbol of what may never be. Fire. Fire and burning, like unimaginable fury...I hate wearing this uniform. Like a fucking trap. A death trap...I hate ties too…what idiot invented the tie under the pretence of elegance in a social bureaucracy...Beau? French for beautiful or pretty, like a field of flowers in the Great Plains or a simple dragonfly perched on the tip of my finger, or the woman to which my like may someday be dedicated. Perched on my heart, gargoyles, fending off evil? NO...Fending off good, innocence, faith…believe in yourself...If people believed in themselves as much as they believe in invisible deities, life would be a basket of roses cut fresh from the garden of compassion and common sense, which will soon wilt anyway, sadly, for with each old idea brought to this generation brings new levels of degeneration as those of today fall back on democracy as their barrier of truth and justice, their will…they have no power here...Only those who fall into habits of acting, acting like what people WANT THEM TO BE….but in the end, becoming that which is despised throughout the heavens...You can’t put a price on the dead...They don’t make B-52’s like they used to...They should make the B-9,000,000...It will be ten miles wide and eight miles long and it will take 50,000 people into the sun, the sun of my truth, that burns bright but only to me…but they will see...B-E-G-I-N. Begin, beginning, have begun long ago, in the future, has begun, these are words, phrases, sayings that seem to bring only dread...God, I’m tired, it’s becoming difficult to think, to continue to push, to further investigate the depths of my mind, to explore the infinite wisdom and light of omnipotence...It’s good thing I’m not religious. Bite me, world, for I am becoming me, not you...Seamless integration, crying tears is a suit-wearing man on the shallow Atlantic beach, saying, “Thou shall exist.” Exist, survive, and believe...Thrive on pain if you must, but survive...Do not die a nothing...Do not stand still...Do not let the world stand still.