Sheerly Surviving

According To The Plan, Photo by BradensEye as found at my feet walking NYC

The plan is living. This can also be summed up in a variety of jocular judicious orders. Plan? What plan? Why do I need a stinking plan? Who are you to tell me about a plan? F*CK planning! The real plan is that there is no plan. Broken down further, this is implying how there really ain’t no consistent plan ever to be depended upon outside of the arrival ‘plan’ that you originally landed in. Inferring that some see our presence as part of a bigger plot. A…