Chapter nONE

Took to drinkin again today.

A rather lackadaisical start to a story, I know.. But hey.. An overall missing view of what's "real" is important to reading further.
If you don't agree, then I suggest you wonder your eyes elsewhere, and beyond.
Find some reaches that suit your own linguistically privileged needs..
See what I did there?
I tried to make you emotional with zero context.
It worked too, didn't it you simple little beauty!
I'm not here to cater to the emotional cravings of a passerby willing to dictate the intended interpretations of another's viewpoints by their own selfish and needy perspectives.
I deal with plenty of that in my own simple and special life, trust me.
I know no trust in language.
Only failures and sad attempts at ego's trying to survive, compromised by their own existence.
Especially those closest to me.
As you can tell, this is a jaded story, based in the selfish and ego based needs of language.
Though often I will bleed into viewpoints that subdue and comfort the lonely and lost,
I reassure you always, these perspectives are as selfish and needy as any other.
We're all in that game, right?
The game of balancing the "reality" of a perspective with the subtle and romantic interpretations that we all visualize when approaching the contemplation of the storybook and fairy tale desires of our simple, petty, monotonous and needy lives..
That is, if that's your bag, baby?
Right?
Is that your bag?
Haha, yeah..
It is.
Whether you like it or not.
Cause all you have is language,
You're a sad forgotten god, left to scramble for your own drugs through the bitter and vile fixes of the tongue.
You savage waste.
You're another common placeholder for language to leverage another persons emotional fixes.
Beautiful isn't it?
The moment you read that,
You exclude responsibility,
Throw it away even.
Not even willing to feel anything but threat.
A breath of fresh air, dictated by the subconscious resonance to those words that you're re-familiarizing with as you read this very statement...
Wake up, you failed.
Or go to sleep.
It's your choice, and your hallucinations that claw at the ones you love the most.

Cause after all, language fails us all in the moments that require purely more than symbol based grunts and associated movements.
The moments that matter the most.
Nobody can argue that statement without being trapped by their own selfishness.
Its 100% factual. But based in zero "reality"
Cause reality is defined only by language..
Or is it?
The only "responsibility" in language is what dictates any responsible use of it in the first place...
Mindfulness of others.
Outside of the scope of your own selfish needs..
Haha, it's inherently flawed, silly.
This whole medium has failed.

Shhhhhh, babies sleeping. Especially the elders.

More to come.