There comes a time when you simply have to face reality. I mean, sit down and stare reality in the face and say, "OK reality, show me what you've got." I'm not sure that this is one of those times. Maybe it is, I really don't know anymore. From my point of view, I've been staring at reality too long and it is an ugly SOB. Of course, the reality we each stare at is a reality of our own creation. Through action, or lack thereof, we mold the ugly mug we stare at day after day. If that reality leaps up and bites your face off, its only because we gave it the fangs. If reality unzips and pisses all over your face, all the while laughing like a maniac, it is because of all the juice we've forced it to drink; the juice of our own ignorance or the juice of unrequited anger/love/remorse, it really doesn't matter.

Me, I gave reality a freakin shovel and said, "start digging you stupid bastard!" And dig it did. I am now so far in the hole that sunlight has become a myth. I'm not sure even God can see me down here. And its my fault, no one else's. Great thing is, while I've been feeding reality all the red meat it can eat, its been deficating down the same hole. I don't think reality hears me any more, it is too far above me. But it stares at me, and waits. Waits to spring into action and rip me apart. I wish it would hurry....