free write in a flash

Circumscribing the events of last evening with a seasoning found as secret in katsup
distracted my attention from real issues, like lying on the floor throwing focus into the air, almost fan shaped, like a heteroscadastic residual pattern.
I loathed myself for acts of immaturity, which were wrought quite violently on the bodies around me. They felt my punishment and better yet my supreme authority over the events that were to transpire.
Like Galactus this is how I perpetuate myself, without a morality, with out a care for the bunny rabbit, or other various creatures that I have begun to consume at alarming rates.
Voices raise and I refuse to swallow my pride. Visions of religious institutions being destroyed, nation states enveloped in clouds of mistrust, to thick to ignore.
Claiming ignorance does not work in certain settings.
One's proper place is situated in a mess of time, where a visit to Comp USA could bring back ten years.
The air numbs my fingers, my face. My body like an image of a rape victim, soft and vulnerable. Muscles built by counting fade in regards to robustness while lungs collapse with self esteem. Push push push for pride. I have nothing to prove. The rain and the cold continuous, fully controlling.
A testament to my ignorance? Perhaps? My greatest fear tied up my impossible penetration into another's existence.
Forgetting how to count is a serious offense. Scrambling for a fixed moment is futile. Reliving the past is a necessity. Activities range but they stay the same. Move over, I'm finished now.