I was Thinking, or Not

My Own De-Vices Taking out the garbage, removing a splinter. This is what I am referring to, or should it be deferring to. Something like that anyway. It is all about trimming away the unacceptable portions and hoping that what remains is still considered usable. Hoping with something as remote as fearless hope that what remains is recognizable. That when you have cut away the infectious parts, the remaining parts will suffice to carry the weight that must carry on to perform this same ritual over and over again. All you have left is what is socially acceptable, but you have to ask yourself is it personally livable. When you finally have conformed to the current trend in what is norm, is there anything left that was once what you were. Sometimes you must break it down to fix it properly. A concept I am certain is completely askew to the common belief. Don’t fix what is not broken, the old timers say. Broken is a matter of perspective is what I say. More often than not,