Contaminants....

Are we all as sick as I feel, or is it just me dwelling too much in the art of observation? Depression infected mothers killing their babies while gospel music plays in the background, husbands shooting their wives just in time to feel the final serge of power before turning the gun on themselves, and all the while powerful white men are changing the rules so disoriented opposites remain tormented and the money still flows upward. The spirit is parched, sawdust-like with absorption properties waiting to pounce upon and attach to any and all who preach an enlightened path. We need. We want. We owe.