i have a diabetic sweet tooth craving everything that will only lead to my undoing

i have a blind spot for trouble that leads to stumbling in the darkness for the edge of the cliff

i have a an inconvenient grasp on the truth when it points towards fallacies that seem ideal

i have a nose for the scents that remove sense in this idyllic landscape of nightmares

i have all the parts required to make a car wreck in the middle of peak drive time traffic

rubberneckers gawk at the self imploding man with a can of gasoline and good intentions

more than the sum of his flaws yet less than the necessary bottom line for freak occurrences