Into the world we go and sight beholds things we refuse to calculate and have defined as the truth in its blind confusion. Taken into the dark and shown things we cannot see so we would never say they are real. The maelstrom effect of not wanting to see things that we created and now have become more then what we made. They have become the things at the door of consequences.

Travesty is the things that we are considering right now, not a honest travesty. Travesty is when the innocent and the unwilling suffer the consequences of the willing and the ones who take the malice of choice into their own hands. The choice that is not the question that effects the life of the one who answer the question, but the ones who never asked a question in the first place. Kind of confusing at first, however let me put it like this. Did the individual come to the leaders and ask for the things we have, no, not at all. So why do we suffer for answers for questions we never asked. So now why even ask if they can fix the problems that come with those answers, why even ask if what we do to fix them is ok to do. We were never asked if it is ok to do this bull shit and yet they do it. So why not just reset the social construct to the war clan like essence. Why not as it is what is being asked of us and why not just treat all things that are not us as fuel for a fire. This sounds extream but if you look into the history of the things that have happened it is but the same thing over and over again. So I am down for some people targets when the system becomes more war clan then it is a peace banner then we have had in a long time.

The music is loud in my head today as I have had a brain day where things have not been conscious to me. I have had to sleep for some reason and now the noise in my head is really loud so I am going to enjoy my music from the 80s and rock onto the next task I with to attend too. I always have much to do and less drive then needed to get there. So I shall turn to the greatest era of music and find the essence there to move forward with the dailies.

The time is good and I have the Sam in my room being a wonderful being of fur and meows. Taking the roll of the fuzzy blanket for my feet when he wants to snuggle up and I don’t mind. As the times we have had are ones of greatness and fuzzy dreams. Just because I love the Sam and he is a good kitty who loves as much as I do.

However I must depart and move along to my books and read some more. Because I love to read these stories.

Until Later.

Much Love.

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.

P.S. Sammy tax.