The Hope of Wrong

found within the many rather than the few the hope of wrongdoing (happenings which may have no explanation worthy of the damage done to self, to family, to friends spontaneously aroused by incessant turmoil whose cause cannot be determined to be any one person’s violent efforts but instead must be linked to a psychopathology of the whole) festers, and with it comes actions which have their base in something of a common human horror wanting “bad” things to happen to “good” people wanting “bad” things to happen to “bad” people & subsequently delighting when they do. this spiral seems to have no end & the time spent swirling, orbiting the eye of the hurricane, is time wherein one watches & learns the hurt--- as one is hurt by another one passes on that hurt to someone else, because if it can happen to you it can happen to me & the whole while our shells become harder our punches become stronger our premeditation becomes sharper & our rate of success grows, like we were all carrying our own little voodoo dolls wrapped up inside us equating our own selfish greed with that of terrible destruction coming from our very hands.