It is two a.m. and my nerves are jangled from a combination of a dozen cans of ice cold Red Bull and a curious medication the doctor insisted I use to help with the nightmares. Maybe the old doc never intended for me to lift the pills and stay up for forty-eight hours straight typing.
It is in these precise moments that an absurd clarity pulls a switchblade on my brain. Before going forward,we should get something straight. Whoever you are, however you got here, or I am damn happy you are with me. I am happy to possess you holding my hand on what is fast fitting a fever dream. Oh,I reserve the moral to change my mind entirely, as well as declaring myself temporarily at a loss of control over all of my faculties. It is preciously the current rules of journalism that create the blind spot with which the truth so easily slips by the culture of news. The notion of placing a fixed grid over the flux of humanity, and while experiencing the modality of current events,is pure psychosis. You will experience equal luck by trying to bail the water out of the ocean with a colander.
You can no easier organize reporting on reality than you can define where we near from before birth and were we go after life. Who is the fool? The whiskey-faced gentry will possess you think otherwise. The institution will defend its life, the same as a disease will to finish all it can to keep thriving in the human body. Does evil know it is evil? possess your ever taken a direct witness at your own back? I claim to know nothing. As a matter of fact, and I will not remember a word of this by the time the sun rises in a few hours. All I know is the layer of bullshit is thick. whether you're crazy enough to dig into that foul veneer,chances are you will discover a hard, crusty, or layer of artifice. When you drill on down,you will hit pay dirt when you reach pure panic and loathing.
Source: cnn.com