Padd Solutions

As I run through bolds and italics, matter seems to collapse behind me. God created a universe that is held up with duct-tape and toothpicks, rubber bands and paper clips. It can only hold up for so long. There is no amount of patchwork that could help fix this place, we are destined for destruction. The field longs for complex chaos. I guess it can all be summed up by one word.
Decay. D-e-c-a-y. It's a scary word. To decompose. Desintegrate. Human decomposition, radiactive decay, food decay, health deterioration. It is applied to most everything, because everything ages, and becomes everything it was not, and that is the scary part. It was perfect but it decayed. We were written down in the perfect equation, but we made it deteriorate. Maybe I'm just mad at us as I am writing this, or maybe I oversimplify things by using a word that simply describes the situation, blowing it up, applying it to everything I see at the moment. All I can say is that I am not happy with my broken window. I hope you deteriorate at a faster rate.