Fixing to Die, No Rag

After having deleted a segment from the previous post (cut and ready to copy in this subsequent) I proceeded to do some other tasks and copied something else. Consequently, the segment needs to be recalled of GMI2 - a new one on me. Then again, there's an aspect of "forget it" underway. I will never allow myself to be treated like a field hand and it's disgusting to even consider the paradigm. What the hell did we fight the Civil War for? For them to turn again and rend us? Strangers take it upon themselves to impose their sadistic attitudes upon Himself? They're lucky they've still got their jobs cause they're dead wrong and the whole craven crew of can go play in traffic.

Blast! Like putting a rainmaker in the mail room at an M&A firm.

Nesting, they called it... they're out of their tree!
They disturbed my peace. Clearing my mind presently.
Transposed their issues, I'd surmise. Don't take it out on me.

All over again: "Don't be like that."

A free man, I am. Don't need no phony hugs.

Don't go for no long strange trips neither. Jesus is Lord and I'm fine.
Remembering a conversation about M-16s malfunctioning...
the damage they do too. How to compete with AKs? Really.
Took a while but, on the grid, it's gotten easier. Really.