Samurai Solution

Terrible situations abound. Classic cases of getting screwed. Told by the ones most dear that you dont say nothing.

Feeling used.

What you do with adversity is the mark of a man. Sometimes, tho' you just do not feel like dealing with the primordial soup bullshit. You do what you gottta do, try to do it well, and by fucknuts, you get reemed. Tending to what is not the most asthetic, pleasing, or satisfying. Zatoichi, the blind swordsman of Samurai movie flicks would deal. He would deal the swift blade of retribution, no ifs ands, or butts.

Kick ass; he would. Fuck Yoda.

Samurai - you see the 20th century version all the time. I wont get racist on anyones ass, so the best parts will go unsaid. Walk behind me, woman! Silent. No show emotion.

Fuck that.

I will yell if I friggin need to, hopefully not with anyone listening. Hopefully in the deep dark realm of my dreams. Stalking the blue badlands, scream INSIDE, where it rebounds of the innards, relflecting onto all that is stuffed inside. Damaging the wares. No good to take back to the supplier, now. Let it out only in measured bits of sarcasm. Well deserved spite, placed at the altar of the goddess. (in your own minds eye) Manipualte the controls, get what is desired, not needed and fuck the others.

Even if they are yours.

For want of patience, I get rage.

For that rage, nothing can conquer.

In conquering that rage, I have lost.

Auwe. ( alas, disgust, forlorn, without reason)

Aloha.