The road most travelled

This void is just a drop in the bucket. not making sense is my least favorite kind of nonsense. And the least fun. I seem to have lost my fulfillment expansion, pack, but sadly there are no refunds. I'm sure there's some sort of pithy wisdom about plot twists and life paths, but my globe is set to spin and my  map is smeared with sweat from too many consultations. You can go with your gut, but intuition never packs light and you might get voted off the island. 

Solving for Ex

 I'm no gruff the crime dog, so I got tired of sniffing out the mystery, of why we can't get no satisfaction. Or unwilling to draw first blood, to cut out the poison.  So I shot the messenger myself. I bit the bullet, and got stuck with a belly full of lead. you can't  cure heart burn. none of the antidotes make sense.   Solving for "Ex" is like tandem biking for one. and for all the sense algebra is supposed to make,  i'm more solution than sum.  When you're solving for inequalities, you can only substitute so many variables. We were bad math. an unsolvable equation. The variables varied until you got punched in the gut, with the null. more for the math minded, I suppose, but I've always been too pretty to do math.