The Sniper A sniper lurks inside my head. A sniper's an interesting fellow. Part ghost, part wall of unquestioning faith, Part unseasoned steak. Hard to find. Hard to kill. He gorges on meals of fear. Fear of failure, maybe fear of success? He gets drunk on iceless drinks. that lack belief, “Why would anyone care?” Each breath he exhales, “What’s the point anyway?” I should write a book of what I’ve learned. Bang – the sniper shoots it dead. I should start another company – desserts for the mind. Bang – the sniper shoots it dead. Got to turn on the light to find this Nietzsche with a gun. Not incandescent, Not fluorescent, Full out nuclear flash – and then Do something. Take the leap, Murder the sniper.