THE TITLE IS: INSTRUMENTS OF PAIN. HUMANITY.

I’m beginning to think I live in a world or a world lives within me of non-consistent structure. The battle is either from what is outside of me or within me but either way it is there. The clues are there also to why this is the way things are. The little faults in logic. The little cracks in thinking. My mind is either becoming one of the most mixed up creations that this existence dominion has ever come across or I’m going stark barking mad. Those of you who know me, whisper to each other about the subject.
C.

THE TITLE IS: INSTRUMENTS OF PAIN. HUMANITY.