While Contemplating M-----------

You won't let anyone else do that to you, and yet you do it to yourself everyday. Why? It's safer that way I think. It's safe until you're dead. But "For a good life, we just might have to weaken." Well, you're drunk now but there's nobody here and you're weak now but there's nobody here. And where does that leave you? Drunk on the green of the eighteenth hole. In fragments. Sentence fragments. Fragments of thought. Fragments of glass on the inside of your leg. Legs crossed wearing a bright red skirt, getting longer by the minute. "The National Security Strategy of the United States of America" in 34 pages. Certainly I can do better than that. "The future was a matter of keeping the past at bay." As simple as that. Look how much paper I saved.

Strategy? Stratosphere. Yes, maybe this was the way it was meant to be.