Dear Saturday Morning

Dear Saturday Morning,

It was like a light bulb that was about to burn out had been croaking death for hours. I hated waking up to the sound of my dad thinking. That poor brain, why he tasked it to a mission he was miserably ill equipped to handle is an irony all to its self. Stupid is as stupid does.

I lit some sage to wash the walls. The multitude of mental mishaps vanished on into the ether. I hated when he worked from home, there was enough gunk here as it is.

With the walls washed and a faint breath of clean thought now available, I threw on threads and got out of bed. As miserable as his mind was my life much more a muck.

I brewed some egg yolk shampoo and thought about that voodoo god I learned about the other day. Some oracle born in the wrong city damn near dying of health so shitty, until he was whipped off to a proper country where his health butterfly’d back into shape and he ruled as king over the entire landscape.

Now people as stupid as my dad might think this but a witchcraft myth, but I live a life too damn similar to this.

I’ve avoided the ill health at least somewhat to a physical extent, but mentally towards an imbalance I’m hell bent.

Now it’s nothing trivial like anxiety or “depression” those are just the nature of life, I’m talking about it an obsession as to why progression is so hindered.

Never was I dumb enough to think it was someone else’s fault and make a brainless claim that the government makes us play his game.

No it is very evident to me that people are generally quite weak willed. The government doesn’t make them practice being weak, simply look at what most of you will put up with for sex. Almost every problem in the world can be traced back to that.

Really none of you are just going to up and understand what I’m saying so unfortunately for me I have to fucking explain it.

Weakness allows all bad things to exists, it is the open door policy towards all the ailments you’d wish to ward off.

The stronger you are the rarer it is any ill effects affects your specs. Now strength is not simply fortitude in physicality, mental honesty is the ultimate key.

When one is weak one makes excuses, thus lies are introduced and the strength of truth harder and harder to find for we are polluted by people trying to barter with their mind.

Everything happens in that locked room of yours. We are responsible for ourselves, it’s only me running me and it’s only you running you.

Miserably you have a choice with this to not agree. Why the fuck am I stuck in a place where stupidity runs free?

How did that voodoo king get himself shipped out of shitville? How did the people see it was their shitty city causing him his misery?

Some nice smart people they must be.

Maybe I’ll summon the gods and get a ticket to the better, I’ll Google their address and send them this letter.