It is the Little Things...

A warm sweater, clean sheets, regularity, good music, finding my likeness all over the Net...and in the parts of cyberspace that make me proud...instead of whatever it was they were playing at...with the blackmail...and the espionage...and the silliness.

Sometimes I wonder...isn't all that redacted material really to save their hides...since I am perfectly okay with the fact that they thought it mattered to me what they thought, what other people thought, and what my dear ones thought?

The question is, could I stand up in Federal Court or before a Senate Committee Hearing and take a morality-beating or -baiting when I know the people on the other-side of the table are sucking on the public teat with the reckless kind of abandon that makes our world so unbalanced?

Babooned and bamboozled...that's all it is. Wham-flam-pucker-up-man...the Head of the Organization that tries to maintain leverage on everyone out of what...a misplaced sense of justice...or a restless, twisted mind?

Bugger off.

Seriously.

I see over and under and around and through more in a minute than you can design in a month of planning because I center it on something real and you are all fakirs...and faker fakiers I have never seen...

Except this once...

In the spice bazaar in Marrakesh...or was it Agraba Market...or the Casabah Palace of a hundred doors in and no way out?

It matters not what you do, how much you release...or what you think of me. You judge me by your own sick stick of amoral fortitude. It's about 5-8 inches long and it is the pride and joy you find in all your physical being.

I'd rather study your heart or mind. Run a few scans, check the sleep-cycles, give you a bunch of Ativan when I think you are too close to a truth you can't handle or about which I can't handle you thinking or asking questions.

If you could make your own game real, you would see how dangerous and defunct you actually are. But, as it stands, I have to keep my pieces out of check and you two-steps behind just so you feel like you are still in your own game.

Peace.

~AC