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Lately, everyone I look at, no matter how evil, mentally lost or old, turns into a child before my very eyes, because they once were.
And all the crap that comprises their current personas drops like a whore's skirt and there they stand, a child, stupid and mixed-up and wondering what to do, Who am I, looking at them, analyzing or judging.
And I correct my breathing, trying to understand how the child became the monster, what data inputs and emotional taffy pullings the environment put them through;
it's a demented psychological obstacle course. These poor people were drafted by drill sergeants Age and Alzheimer, and now they're lost, old, mean and monstrous.
The grocery is out of razor blades so I let my beard grow.