Maelstrom

Launch a tirade........................................................................................... Why am I dreaming . . . humdrum. . . boring Wasteful chaos and non-creation. . . .Wire-formed and twisted chunk of things in metal. . . . Ironically what is used is also wasted. . . . writing the hand goes numb and listless beyond its capacity. . . heading into fears in an unknown ocean might seem an unworthy tragedy but the crap that i'm writing is just the steam let off by. . . the engine. . . . how aberrations grow into a mighty crack in the hull of theories and thoughts. . . . one may come to never know the origin of all things though but he knows his way who walks it like one. . . .and now the reason why I'm tossed into these unlevel planes is because I've lost my bearing . . . In love I've lost the battle and I'm heading into a maelstrom perhaps. . . It is the end of days but i will never know who crapped up the plans. . . . who is here is also there in the rolling vessel. . .midst the caps and the swells. . . whoever thought i'd ever make it. . . .Me Hearties. . . .Let's Aid each other a drink. . . .