There are days you just blindly stare at the things that go through your life, and know it’s best that no one else is in your life. More is less in such a condition, and a svelte living is absolutely necessary in order to make it through with less blood on your hands.
Memories are a million words in a single second, and remembering the look of a 45 caliber pistol barrel inches from your face bringing a calming feeling of knowing just what will happen instead of fear tells you not to bring others into your pool of life.
Sometimes happiness comes from knowing you bring sorrow unto others, and other times withholding that from others is the happiness. Choose your poison.
The Sociopathic Mind of a Certified Eclectic 