Compounding in unconsciousness.

Compounded lack of encouragement, ego has dealt  low blows. 

Confidence who knows what that means, but those of privileged positions granted iron clad weapons. 

Every single grasp at existing compounding my unconscious to awake. 

Others will have opinions. 

Hit you over hard headed ignorance, fry pan intelligence. 

Compounds are in the ground so no wonder hatred and put downs, pick them up to pound the buttons of earnest, dissatisfied push, shove and struggle before things are completed pounded into your things.. 

People like a good pounding, the kind to blow thier load. 

People on the surface certainly appear to like being uncomfortable, uncertainty, unconsciousness sending them, dispatch... 

I have a strong subconscious. 
I'm feeling the modification of behavior. 
I'm yelling at the wall from pain. 
I'm not unconsciousness, just compounded by history.