Architecture, Medicine, Law

   Everyday, I think about how things look and I can be very cynical and critical about it. I guess it dates back to my school days when they began to teach me how to spell using computer programming code. How do you pronounce that alphabet soup with a few numbers mixed in crafted so that the stuff we understand can be transmitted unmolested by a bunch of perverts that want us to be misinformed about the facts of life and how they are told to us through one of the greatest inventions ever which is the Computer Internet and it's Broadcast Radio Station the World Wide Web connected to millions of people with the same need to know just about anything right now. So, as you guessed I didn't begin to learn English until I was able to make a Computer in Computer Lab Class but does that make me less than you. I seem to be doing all right now and that's because I am loved by my family and friends everywhere just like you are by yours. So when I say I learned Architecture what I mean is that I learned how to build a computer and hook it up and teach somebody else some basic computer language to get them surfing in no time flat as the old saying goes, but it doesn't stop there I also learned how to build Skyscrapers the same way. I learned how to make a fake human body imitate life before I learned how to make a real human body and teach it how to live life even though I really don't know if I have any children I just suspect that I may have a few by those in my life that thought I was the cutest and the smartest kid in class and that explains why I think that I am turning into a monster as I live out my forties on the streets around here returning to coffee houses with the pay some of them promised me but on the verge of losing that because I just can't take it anymore and feel like if they get to close to me again I'm just going to chock it all up as a loss and do to them in a moment what they will have done to me over a lifetime just so I can go on a permanent vacation, too. I guess once they convinced me to take the bar exam they started celebrating daily and buying everything they ever wanted out of life knowing that I was still a teenager and full of life and hardly anybody knew it. I'm old now and I guess they are all dead and have stopped caring about getting me to some sort of respectable rest home and want me to spend my life in the poorest institutions or just remain homeless because they have learned to like slavery in fact I think they love it. I know it can't be everyone in my life that feels that way but it sure does feel like it sometimes. I'm so tired I'm about to give up even though I should try to stay alive.