Painting Our Illusions: A Legacy of Violence

“A well regulated,” if not restrained, “militia” such that children fall victim to an undeveloped conception of life, or civilians succumb to gang violence, political discord, police discretion or a man’s simmering intentions, “being necessary to the security of a free” to live in fear, free to intimidate, free to be killed randomly or intentionally, “state, the right of the people to keep and bear” enough “arms,” to wage a one manned war on an entire city’s population, “shall not be infringed.”

Unhinged, we drown our humanity in the normalcy of death – the lives we lay at our feet an ideological consequence we choose to live with.



Painting our illusions in 108 words a day.


  1. Wow…my dream world must be connected with your writing somehow. Haha, had a dream about war. I couldn’t, for the life of me, figure out what we were fighting about nor could I tell who the “enemy” was. It was a mess.


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