I love my soul and I love the BCS

Truth is lost. I don't understand the people who brandish the word truth as a license to speak rudeness with an insipid tongue. It's a good shtick, it's a nice bit for a piece of literature concerning people who aren't us, but it is really truth? The only truth it speaks to is the darkness in everyone's heart, everyone's heart, everyone's soul and body. So hold your applause for those in the business of shedding darkness on more darkness, as that seems a grand 'ol remedy yet. Reclaim truth from these people. Make it a sword gleaming in the sun again. Bad days are better than days like the one I had two days ago (when I first wrote this junk). Nothing valuable occurs. Bad days stack the deck one way or the other and things change, there is a progression or regression but the narrative flows, the story continues, you get to know what happens next. This is one of the whitest people problems of them all, but this town is a time warp devouring progress oftentimes. You enjoy it only when a moment occurs that hasn't before.