Note: I would like to apologize if I offended anyone during this whole spiel (sp?) as well as apologize for the swearing. This wasn’t directed at anyone or anything in particular. And was just a random rant to help unknot writer’s block. Thanks.

People want to know what went wrong in their lives, where they made a wrong turn, or why there is a pile of shit blocking their way. My answer is this, knowing from experience about how much shit can build, making a small town or even a small city with a foundation of shit, it just can’t be helped. Shit happens. You just happened to be the odd-man-walking, so to speak, or you were in the wrong place at the wrong time, right?

Wrong!

Yes, it happens, but quit blaming the damn world for your fucking problems. Instead try thinking up a fucking solution, figure a way out to dig that shit out of the road and make it work. Use it to fill the fucking pot-holes and cracks in the road instead. Or fertilize whatever land that isn’t taken over by an over-growing, over-polluting city.

All within legal means, of course. I ain’t getting my ass chewed in some fucking cell just because some idiot decides to take this rant a little too serious and rob a fucking bank or something else as equally (or worse) drastic.

Life is something else entirely, a road map filled with crevices and cracks, rough lands and dark nights. At times there is a whole beautiful world to look at, to explore, but often enough there is too much gunk in the world to see past our own damn window.

Sexism, racism, ageism, and much more. More to count than fingers and toes I have. Rob the poor; exploit the “uncivilized”; kill the unwanted. Just a pathetic ploy amongst the game of life, a game of Chutes and Ladders or, perhaps, the game Clue would be better suited for this life. Or Battleship!

E5! A7! Colonel Mustard in the Conservatory with the lead pipe! A game of sunken souls and accusations IS the game of LIFE!

People run, people die, and yet it isn’t the END. The game isn’t over. The wheel of life keeps turning, turning, turning. Around and around and around like a broken record, like the fucking wheel on the bus.