Whispering in the corners.

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I don't know what I do, always.  Sometimes I suspect, perhaps this time.  Collusion to understanding occurs, or someone just wants to pinch themselves about what I write, wrote... or what it comes down to.  Like an itch in my head.  Sometimes I can find the idea or human source, sometimes I can guess, sometimes not.  I try to scratch it, massage it, or work it out... or at least whatever is itching, regardless of the source.  This is what I hit with the most recent mind slur.

Yeah, I hear it.  Oh, I know.  Breed, born, reared, and perfected... in some ways.

I often here them say...

It'll never be.  At least for slightly more than half.  One way or another it's just the way of it.  Dames have seemed to prefer my sort of unfairness to this, not sure I see the difference.  A night and a want versus an empty life, but with some pseudo man.  I suppose they count scalps too, even if it's their own which is counted?  Oh, I'm "in" the video.  Watch the banjo player.  Now contrast him, and how he works with her, his expressions, and his general attitude about it all, with the other male musicians.  Yeah.

Which is why...

Which is also why I keep expecting a boomerang to come back.  Who knows though, could be one I've cut but not bled.  Yeah, could be.

You can have whatever you want, just like me.  Or, how it might seem from afar.  If you have the coin, if you aren't afraid to spend it, if you can keep up - don't step up otherwise, if I see you - see then have an interest - pursue and catch, if... you don't mind the...

Embrace the pain, actually.  Required.  Life hurts, can't have someone who can't deal with life, in it's many forms.  I am wholly unforgiving of the weak who choose it, the meek who have options but don't go that way, those who are lost in desires of flesh and comfort, or who simply surrender to or into pain.  There is room for those types, at least the prior two sorts if they have no way out, but not at my side.  Charity is not the same as love, if there can, must, be intersections.

Just... whispers... not all my own...  Someone scrambling through the goo, guts, glory, looking for an answer.  Thought I'd... save someone some trouble.  Just stories, of course.  Right?  *grins* ^ -    - ^     ^ ^