Thought (incomplete)

From one to the other, and neverending.  Careful to develop, to allow these things to develop.  Not to get into a hurry.  Thought is infinite and the good fight.  It is natural says my meditations.  And I don't want to tell you why, you might stop reading.  You might decide to think you don't like this.  I've never have had a contemporary definition of narcassism.  First thought is of vanity, but I must catch up to those of you who know it to extend to idealogical thought.  Or maybe psychopathic thought in this case.  This is not good, the idea of being a narcassist was bad enough.

What do I think; what do you think.  Do my thoughts tell the tale of a man, at least the tale of a male.  Here is something I'm thinking of turning into modern art, from my old junk yard, seriously.  The cold; how humanity has survived by fire, needing fire keeps the secret of the first drag.  Deeper is the chemical reaction that in the ash, is irrefutible.  Chemical reaction I missed some time when none of this mattered.  Still today as far as expression goes; I am on a bender, and chemical reaction helps.  Possibly after saving my life, she takes a single drag knowing it will constipate her.  For a feeling.  And to finish a story that is about a month old; know what I am.