First you have to wrap the body

the odds are, shit is fucked up. some of you may ask why i say something like that or how can i jump to such a wild assumption. truth be told, i really have no basis for this except to equate everyones life to my own. there is never a normal moment in my life. i stroll about my daily chores like a civilized person and watch as the day falls apart around me. the day, the world, reality. everything just falls apart. its like my life is made out of bricks held together with chewing gum. the mortar holds true for a short time but as time passes the bonds dry and become brittle. eventually gravity pulls the top down and the only thing that keeps the bottom from collapsing is the rubble from the top holds everything on the bottom together. that is why nothing ever has a clean break. there is no new foundation to build upon. there are only ruins from all of our past mistakes and crumblings to go with.

we are all damaged goods. i wish i could change a lot of the issues that i have made in my life. but in the end of the day, i know that everything has happened just as it should. in this world. the past is unchangeable and the future is uncertain. though we may not be able to do much to manipulate what will happen, all i know is that what will happen will happen. no fate. no destiny. just an obvious statement to say that the world moves on and on whether we want it to or not.