I get so very tired of being a lone voice, as the madness stirs deep interests, but what words are left in this sloppy, inefficient sponge of a mind. comprehending depth is not so difficult when lost in the founding well, and abstract thought riddles the bones like the chaos of a hurricane. the sledgehammer has worked itself into the wall, as the swinger became disaffected with the trajectory of the blunt object, and let go far too soon to realize the aim of the destructive pummel. that, my friends, is the gravity of this thing on my shoulders. sometimes a weight far too unbearable alone, and at times, the only burden to seek without comfort of contact. the general obligation grows too invasive for my preponderances at this time. my point is simply this, that I need more …
Sequences within the synchronicity to make a whole reality that we see and breathe…The organs pumping, whether well or infected with filthy germs, to make motion, and to stay in motion…What are these drooling menaces that walk like living things amidst our fettered dreams inside this bubble?…Why do their ill-virtuous movements break down the actions of valor like so much stomach acid digesting the details?…The angels and demons fighting over our version of the soul, each in time with a person’s ideas of what could possibly be real, and the battle always sways to meet the needs of the cosmic balance at best…Thoughts are drained remnants of these distilled and boiling souls…Bubbling up to the surface like steam, particles becoming more than the mass from which it leaves, and yet it is still a piece of the everything that …
Here comes that vitriol again. Not that the void within that darkest heart of technology wouldn’t be able to stand my brand of crass disillusionment, I have stood too idly by while understanding very little of the world that isn’t consensual, but unless I break this spell that I have laid over my eyes, I won’t be as able to overcome the next challenges to come. It is not as though I happen to have common sense or practical guidance through these daily occurrences, the only thing left to me to make me even fractionally able to handle the rest of the heap is my angel, and even though I speak of a real living person whom guides me through these pitfalls. She has spent every last ounce of energy in making both of us stay …
