Endless Wars

Yeah, this could be a screed about the Mideast Bush wars. But it’s not.

It’s about flossing my teeth and thinking “I’m not winning.”

Bedtime: I’m once again raining destruction upon those bacterial camps organizing between my teeth. Their goal, mindless, mind you, is building up a sufficient force to breach my circulatory system to get at the heart of me. To me it’s war. To them it’s nothing personal-just showing up to do a job with no holidays or overtime pay. But lots of asexual breeding while feeding upon the detritus of my last meal.

Spreading decay is their unintentional intent today.