time to clear the mess

somewhere down the line you must have
f****ed up someone's life. for the most harmless living thing, it usually is the self. harmless is not the right word. it is the band of living things who feel powerless. there's a huge bandwidth of such things living. in order to undo the doings of the big bad energies of the many living things, the only thing they think of doing is to turn on to themselves. dogs eating their tails. Tom hammering his own paw, as Jerry watches.

These things do not stop to wonder, what the f*** are they doing if they are irrelevant? or, maybe, they think they are the appendices in the body of the bandwidth. Now how many appendix does a human thing has? one. what's the use of so many f***ing appendices in society! none. because a living thing is an active chemical that can affect the bandwidths. if only you care.

this living thing learnt it the hard way, sitting in air-con rooms, in sofas and couches, under the tutelage of great professors, it is messing its own thing. so, hitting it now baby! the bruce lee kick that smashes the b***ards but stays poised. imagine the slow swoop of the leg that hit it, coming down to its centre.

appendix to the post: the new holly shits need to know the difference between kung-fu and karate before naming a film about kung fu 'The Karate Kid'. that's the proof enough of all the messed up bandwidths in the here and the now.