Good day fellow Troggs, How the early morning has left me with many thoughts and lots of wonder if things are what they are.

So one of my biggest wonders in life is why are we so significant in all our fantasies and the stories we write of the greater universe we are the ones who always win, when in truth I know that we are but not a snow balls chance in hell really even enough to live with our own species.

Contorted truth and the bewildered child, broadcasted twisted narrations of unfounded truths of opinion and not the causations delivered without humanities touch. I have never seen a news agencies be burdened with truth, claims of honesty is a conversions of narrations. Not a single human is a gift of truths, we are all dedicated to wealth of our own desires. Money, lust, attention, and the one who wishes to distribute such things called truth. All of them have a singular thing to them, being human.

Claims of future glory and the history of collapsed civilizations and the diseases created, both disease of mind or body. Children are a commodity to the ones who have met their desires and now crave the youths innocence and will take it so none can have it. One thing never bought is time, youth is the cost of maturity, we then sacrifice maturity for glorified depravity of the sickest minds.

Though we are all what we call human, I am beginning to think that it is a classification that I no longer wish to be titled by. I truly wish to be a different being then the rest, I think I am a being of life, yeah, I like that, I am a B.O.P. not human. Humans have become so sick and twisted that they are now closer to the satanic things they say they fight back in the dark for us. Yet why is the darkness so apathetic to them and yet have a team effort to make the rest human, I rather be a conscious lightning bolt. Pure and focused without compromised mediums to converse with.

Then again, I am just a brain damaged ginger, what do I know.

Much Love

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.