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How strange life must be for the Unexpected, the Unappreciated, the Unintended and of course...the Uninvited...You see, Life, as they say, has a very strange way of throwing together the best of the worst circumstances and the last of the best intentions, and placing them all into a set of paralleled incidences and waits to see just how well we all intend to deal with it, then watches how unconventionally things really play out, and how the orthodox menagerie of ideas and opinions being catapulted from social fronts hit the stony walls of routine and bias, watching them crumble to dust in a moat of "I Told You So's"...

Murphy's war waging in our lives sends irony smashing deep within our walls of preparation, like cannon balls shot from the intruding warship docking onto a bay of carefully laid out plans, crushing the shells of schedules, leaving a once peaceful port, left in ruin by a band of pirates known only as the Unintended. Then there's Fate, waging her own private war, with her own javelins of juxtaposition, laying waste to pasts and presents and remnants of inconceivable When...changing the view of our vast horizons of Life, razing our solid watch towers to the ground with a fierce inferno known only as the Unexpected. Until finally within our own walls, a coo is being staged and a riot carried out, from the highest of ranks, to the peasants below, and while chaos ensues a kingdom, like karma breaking down the gates of goodwill, an inquisitor defying rhyme and reason, seeking only its own truth in a lie, known only as the Unappreciated...

But above all I tell you, the most wicked of things, the most pitiful, vile and sinister of assassins, are the ones we watch walk right through the main doors, give passage to our courtyards and access to the throne...They are the ones who brew bogs of abhorrence, wielding weeds of war and the rumblings of rage. Malignant and malice are the thoughts that dangle in their minds, masked by pretty smiles in a masquerade ball...Beware the vengeance of dissatisfaction, their lust for pleasure cannot be justified by promises of instant gratification, a helping hand for the here and now...For they are the ones you leave open the door to your life...the 'friend', the 'concubine'...to the queen is also known as...the Uninvited...