You Are Infected

Like an unmanifested sunburn, shit enters your brain.

You don’t feel it yet but, shit is in there, making a comfy bed for… what?

You don’t know and you have no idea that you don’t know. You are blissfully fucked.

You have an accent you can’t hear, a skin color you can’t see and don’t you know that God hates short people?

You salute the wrong flag, drive the wrong truck and live in the wrong neighborhoods.

You can’t seem to get anything right and when you do get it right… right changes and you’re fucking wrong again.

Y’ever wonder why?

Tires wear out fast and wrong if you don’t rotate them. Humans too. Your dreams, fears and intentions gotta be rotated.

Keep your thoughts and path twisty and turny. Avoid predictability. Get outside and get the stink blown off you.

Imagine you are not well. Suffering from what? Suffering you are and you must seek it out. Seek your Suffering and influence it if you are able.

Otherwise, know that you are here to endure. To hurt and be hurt. To live in pain so you can revel in no pain.

You are infected.

With what?