Finding NE!!

Ha ha ha!
There is no pun, no sarcasm, no illusion, no selusion in what i have names this post.
This is a blabbering of a rapidly sickening mind which seems to find no release what so ever in anything it tries to dabble in. The fucking world seems unworthy of my existence. Where is the peace that we suffer so gladly for! Hah! as if in it's entirety this world is ever going to make sense to any of us. Least of all ME!

So, where was I? Finding NE is so "interpretive" (sic) you can think of so many things all together jumbled into one...

Finding Nemo
New
Me
you no... never no more of you, actually no you at all.

Selfishness engulfs everything, all pain and all remorse. Did you know that? Selfish-ness .. even as it rolls off your tongue leaves it tasting bitter as if it is burnt with somethign hot.
Yet there is only a temporary peace, pushing people away making them pay for their insensitiveness.

Can there be any release from the horror! A vaast empty pit opening out inside you, where you cram in everything from your days work, to the latest book, or may be a F@#$k even, but still there is the emptinees taht refuses to go. Is it something desirable? something like the turning up of the AC and letting the warmth of the quilt cover you from head to toe, feeling - dreaming - fantasizing that it's his hands that move over you...

But such terrible anxieties grip your heart and tear them away from every meaningful thing that you try and grasp,as you search hard across the mirky deaths of MANGROVE...............!!!!!!!!!!