things happen for a reason, right? wrong. shit just happens. there is no rhyme. no pattern. madness has no method. shit just happens. good people, bad people, mediocre people... shit just happens. there is nothing to be mapped.... no way to track why something has happened.

it no longer matters... after it's happened. we have to pick up pieces, scraps, or whatever is left, dust it off, and hope it still works. hope that we allow it to work. risk it. i guess. yes, risk it.

so... it matters... the post-tragedy/disaster/blah blah... POST... that is what matters. what we make of things in the "after". so, yea.

madness has no method... only cold hands wrapped around my waist and teeth taking in my neck. madness is just madness.

the end.