The.compass is always set to north... I scoff and continue along this lonesome road.. But in truth I am serene when unfettered by the machinery minds of the population... The conveyor belt of life is sliding towards a water  fall and I'm strapped in right to my self made canoe. Ill go over creating a gallant splash.

Indecisions got me turning incoherently to the left... modules of lost forgotten necessities are being.put to the test... Originating ever so.clearly from the minds eye... Why is genitalia always in the.back of my mind? I'd really like to knowwwwww