~~ The impressions which we seek / aka: those which we welcome in to our consciousness / form our character.
..or you Don't.

It's really simple, though, from my POV:
Those who lavish Attention on instruments Designed to Kill Things
(as opposed to, say, game things that score hand/eye coordination==All Fantasy skillz kinda stuff
of the same ilk as tennis or hockey or moto-cross)

Those who become obsessed with assembling enough gunzn'ammo to hold off several platoons?
are fucked in the head: *their* daily fantasies cannot escape from being about --some--how

USING THE FUCKING THINGS for what THEY WERE MADE >TO DO<



Carrion.