When the corners of your eyes blur and redefine what you once interpreted as a constant truth. As all we hold dear recoils with this new perception of events as a startling whole. It all adds up to nothing. As we are an informal process. A blip on the landscape. So we treat our brothers as we treat ourselves. I saw you still clinging to a past we all stepped away from struggling. Maybe so distorted as to be unaware of the infinite truth. You are an ______. You are no longer defined by the same rules. And i am more worried than i've ever been and i've never been less able to effect a change. You're lashing out. You're not the same. Its beyond the occassion. No longer will a detox change these new crosswired internal guidelines that determine your decisions. Year after year after year. Stability on dependance. I just want to be alone. I've got nothing lets get drunk. What the hell happened to you guys are no fun. You grew up? Fuck you. Lash out. Take the money. Lose respect. See a friend post it on the web.