Not the crude raw upheaval of all things organized in the universe but more the hiccups in the smoothness of it all.
When I was younger I craved smoothness. I wanted nothing more than the comforts of home everybody else desired. A mate, enough money and all the love you can handle.
I achieved that goal years ago if not on as grand a scale as it sounds. Then I felt like young Alexander who looked around and lamented he had no worlds left to conquer.
I became restless bored and grumpy. I longed to tear it all down.
Is that the nature of man or just a fucked up me?
The Priest is back on track. About 7900 words and editing is going well.
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