Ya THINK?!

Irritated?

Yes.

Hands-tied?

Not even remotely, Sweetheart.

If it looks like I am going to be beaten...it's because I want you to think that way...you loosen your grip on me...and I slip right through your fingers like mist. One day, I will be gone and then you will know, it is my protection you seek, not the other way 'round.

This is my Music...my Art...my Creative Genius working in the world. It is my world to turn around, to reorganize, and to re-balance. It is my world to clean-up, disinfect, and cuddle. It is my life to conform to and then destroy the Status Quo.

If you feel unsure of your next step, just remember, God's got this. I'm just holding down my part of his plan -- which includes being a royal pain in the arse to anyone who chooses to lie, cheat, or steal from me. The murderers just get sliced to ribbons as the land shifts under the Brotherhood's feet.

I know enough to know this is anything but a critical juncture. Critical is standing in the Oval Office putting American lives at stake in War. Critical is standing at the podium in front of the entire UN to discuss the big issues that effect humanity. Critical is being too afraid to live and too alive to die.

Critical is perspective.

Reality is Reality.

All I have is time.

And I am enormously patient.

So, what do you say we stop hacking and get to working leads like we're paid to do, huh?

~AC