About when most people you meet have you figured for crazy, your opinions are closest to the truth.

Not always true of course.


the radio sings a song about How I Used to Rule the World....  which is too true.   Though this was never my intent..  Chosen one.  Me of all people.  Too many take this too seriously for me to ignore the implications.  None of them to seem to care what I really give a damn about now -- but that is better than what I would have been.. puppet.

They drugged me, played my mind....  all I could do was try to stop what they started.   Bow out as soon as I regained my sanity enough to do so.  This was no game for the pain wracked body that I live within/in the horrible screams that filled my mind for months...  the beliefs sublime and horrifying that kept me awake days on end, dazed by implications, convinced that anything was possible for awhile...  which is not true.    A little bit of magic goes a long way in this world.

I hear the games played now on the radio/see them clearly on tv.  Becoming witting is a depressing thing to do..  Really is.  Too many Santa's on too many crosses.  Too many cults.  Religion is a political game.  Now that is a sin even to the most hardened atheist.