This procession of screw-ups, I cannot shake off. It's stuck on me like the color of my skin, only visible to those I have put in dismal positions. Who in their right mind wants to be remembered as being the person who fouls up all of the time or the guy that wallows in his worries, bathing in his filth of lies and greed? Therefore I engage these problematic revivals into word form for all such as yourself to view. Is this cerebral masochism really worth it? Well is it? I'll let you be the judge of that. The Originator: Jason Martinez