store brand cereal, chocolate poptarts, and the like... noninformation consists of half truths and bold face white lies... as if it weren't enough to suffer the pangs of biological necessity we, and by we i mean to say; I... are attached to desire... meanwhile certain kung-fu monks have forgotten that the ninth letter and third vowel are integral to the language despite not existing...
self and identity are nothing without consequence... not that we suffer our attachments and our necessities unduely, but that there are words like 'chosen' or 'elect' used to describe them who stand as vowels in the alphabet of humanity... but what does it mean to be 'special' or 'unique' to the circumstances which are established baselines for the living...
maybe im all worked up over the idea that someone else could be selected by a greater force than myself to hold sway over my domain, my dominion in this world... just as you and yours would feel it revolting to be bathed in the refuse of another... it is about sovereign place in the pecking order... eat or be eaten... this world has either gone to the dogs as bone or is littering pups by the baker's dozen...

*has anyone else ever realized that God spelled backwards is Dog?..