Most people have not only drank the kool-aid, they have mixed it with the sexual secretions of their brood and spread it all over their writhing bodies, infiltrating their every crease, crevice and orifice, boring out their insides until they are but a husk with only enough moisture to drool in dependent, delicious rapture.

Of free will…my thoughts argue against and prove it true…my actions for and false…all a pleasure…to what may be…the senses.

Should any action of mine seem brave or adventurous, trust that it is only taken out of a desperate, desperate boredom of the alternative.