Uncertain-TY

Uncertainty is towering over my head like its gonna piss the worst of my fears right down. I am an enervated shadow of what I really should be, yet there is a hope that I'll get some. To speak the truth, in a rotten day replete with-basically nonsense-brings out virgin characters of the very you that is so much full of shit. But then again, ramming OR rambling essentially mean the same so I much rather get the fuck on with it.
GO
Do

OK, apparently being judgemental is the new world order. So there you go.
P.S: Ya you, it ain't to do with you. I am only rambling for the lack of good sense of humour.

Red suite. White shirt, blood stains that are a couple of days old. Black pants that somehow do not look awkward on the skinny legs. Unpolished brown shoes signifying the length they have walked in the last few days. Face-blood red with tear stains adding to the extravagant gloom.

What the fuck does it matter? Why the sudden deluge of fervor about the otherwise ignored tribulation. I'm a piece of blood and bones and I fucking breathe too. I'm a partner and I suffer too. Lets assume for the moment that I remain supercilious for the life of god but I'm also as close to being normal as the next person. I'm free, I'm happy and I'm relentless. And yes, in the event that all fails-I'm a little intelligent too.

Destiny is only as much a concept as maybe physics- it is there as the most real fact in the world but half the world doesn't give a shit. So I'm neither trying to prove its fabrication nor am I advocating in its favour. I'm only more interested in regular things like good food, good films, good sex, good books, good colour, good music-absolutely fucking necessarily in the same order as mentioned. Destiny, well I respect it, I do not want to ignore it but I'm just amicable about its existence.