The angels that occupy my slanted paradigm has created a stir in my life.

The monsoon rains are the tears of these occupants. The pain is real for all they do is work. I feel the cold sideways droplets stinging my skin at all times. I am alive.

The grass will grow quickly and **** out the unwanted. Nevermore will this natural occurrence happen, for once it does the job is completed it will never be second guessed.

The competence of a man is not judged by the amount of responsibilities, it is judged by the amount of responsibilities done correctly and without assistance. I am a competent man.

I live within my own means while the angels work and war. I am alive like no other in history. Be aware that this prose is my own judgement and I am coherent in my life, participating and eliminating.