blocking passages that vary

Time fragments our belief systems to the point where we can question virtually every move we have ever made in our lives in a single afternoon over a bottle and a couple dozen cans of cold beer. This activity is completely useless. However, it can be somewhat enlightening once you find it difficult to breathe due to massive alcohol consumption. So then what? You recover and go back to the same old shit boxes that need to be sorted. Through the days and weeks of consumption we transgress into selfish needs that bypass our real needs for the superficial one's that bring immediate satisfaction. Once this whirlwind begins, we swing and sway from side to side holding the rails as tight as we can. After a while our hands begin to hurt and we become uncomfortable in our position. Our belief systems, well, they vary don't they?