kt wood I want to destroy your brain (no barrier fun)

I was chastising my shadow, perhaps the lord earlier this afternoon, when I saw a wasp crawling across my kitchen floor. hardwood legs carrying him one bitty insect step at a time, it surprised me that he would not take to the air for whatever purpose he held in mind. better yet, wearing a pair of my sturdiest and most well-worn boots, I am remiss to explain my decision to not cruelly, violently pass him into the next life.

The earth is shifting once again and you can feel it beneath your feet and behind your eyes. it is a slight and magnificent pressure that may cause severe burns if your focus blurs and skewers the depths of you ... there may also be wild reckless dancing to rock n roll. it will be intriguing to me what is left standing amid the smoke and rubble and instant decay of this last decade lost in the making. there are too many people to account for and their relevant actions will go unnoticed as they unwittingly shape and ruin the world by accident, counter-act our good and nasty intention to take over this craphole. these people, you face them everyday. peers, acquaintances, children, bums, retards, cripples, captains, women; strangers all of them, all steadily dying one day to the next, it is inevitable, but not before they wake up once or twice to inflict damage. and so I let them slide away, build a fortress of bent nails, broken concrete and glass to hide my remaining friends, but I have found my construction lacking. there are blooming weaknesses in the design and my attackers appear to be too stupid to feel pain. and with great casualties on both sides of the wall, there will be many secrets masked by the sound of the drums as the earth moves on tracking our blood and dirt all over the battlefields.

where are my god damn boots? I've changed my mind