I can confide in the books I have, (blank), the work I have compiled (barely tangeable), and my stores of knowlege (limitless, yet hard to access). I am a user, scared, scarred, and feel like the world can be really nasty, like the unavoidable chem trails - out to bring me down.

I have this fucking implanted illusion of mere peasantry, (it is supposed to be a gift, ha) and Im supposed to be okay with that. Im not okay with this. Im not a dedicated drone worker, I cant handle it. I do ... read more

Sometimes I sit back and just enjoy the fact Im not dead yet. Its not like I live dangerously, or do stupid things; It's that I feel like Im living on the edge of a razor. Balanced barely, one wrong move could lead to my ultimate demise from this mortal coil. Or the other way, which is prosperity, abundance, "security", if thats possible. I want to be prosperous, to be a credit to myself, my family, my love (RF), but some primal programming is holding me back. My mission is to go beyond ... read more