life being unfair has been such a consistent there doesn't seem any need to be brooding about it. but down in the pits, you look up and wanna howl at the moon but all you manage is a croak. they shovel dirt, mud, and whatnot down your throat, and you cry for more. singled out, you extend an invitation with bold gold letters "live target". you ask what went wrong.. but then again.. how right is right? dwelling in the unknown you'll find peace somehow somewhere. but that time is not now. at least.. this much i know.