morning has aborted

seems that everything is quiet now.

the sense that everything is in its right place is upon me. little do i know that there is a bugs a lurking through the sinew. alerted to their presence i stalk a patrol area. dimmed by acceptance speeches for critical acclaims. electric chair is purchased to mass produce a last supper. diarrohea. giarda and cyrptosporidium. squirmers in the stomach. the outcome does not look too well. believe that a hallmark card that comes across my desk is true, naieve, naieve, am i? the message that is carbon copied. shifted through hands like aid packages. but so disrupting. am i sentimentally handicapped? but sentiment always just ends up drivel. it is just useless. wastes a lot of time. time which could be spent down other avenues. avenues that bend in a suprising fashion. a fashion that gains you kudos. but fashion is garble. maple syrup on corn flakes. yes i said it. held to account. how will i ever make the repayments on the house. for sure this time it will be repossesed. what will i tell the wife and kids sitting in the lounge engaged in sesame seeded conversation. i will stop this pregnancy of these paws. like morning it will be aborted. i will never let it get to this. won't let it happen to my children. amen to that. settle down electric deer, the prices are settled.