I had a moment a second ago. I realized how I have been giving way too many fucks about what the cattle have to say. The insignificant herd of folks that spend their lives whispering away about how the grass grew that day. I have been putting too much investment into how my meat ponders its' hours. I'm too sick of an individual to put so much weight in others... after all, the grandeur thought process is a part of my illness. So here's to you, the catalyst of my boredom, the twinge in my twat, the words unspoken in the phlegm of my throat... you worthless vials of blood!