I have now unfortunately rewired my own brain into dismantling every thread or thought process down to its elemental crux in the quest for the simple truth. This habit has now grown into a disease that spawns a chain reaction of convoluted thoughts which I am incapable of processing. I dance on the fringe of psychosis with such an experience. I am unable to find that singular consciousness of happiness required to keep my soul stable.

I can smell goan pork when Im sozzled. And I love it !

I want to be selflessly happy for someone. How ? Help O' Lord

Enlightenment of your mind and the revelation of it's workings has lead to unnecessary complex analysis when its purpose is to simplify it's contours

It's a question of getting yourself to order

note to self : You poor stupid mortal

Over analysis of things and neglegance of your privacy for the purpose of acceptance and assurance of normalcy