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One more brick…

A little bit less abstract, eh?…Well, I have shaved my eyebrows off, and wonder what comical genius possessed me to do that to myself…I jokingly accept it, but feel freedom in freakishness, one more thing distorting a person’s viewpoint of me…Another thing distorting how I am perceived by a populace greatly unaware of my presence…Rich or poor, there is no need for chatting me up, and it quickly shows…Today, I wore a Pink Floyd T-shirt that made me think of the layer within the movie version of Pink Floyd’s ‘the Wall’, and how the lead character was eventually a burnt-out rock star turning into a musical fascist plague upon the world…I’ll be wearing my hat during work more often, I suppose…Did I mention that I am quite strange?…’dead voices on air’…Now I hear the A-Team theme song rolling along…Boundaries hold in the wax and tallow inside these sheets of skin…Settled nerves are hard to shake in the calmer description of the present…Feeling slightly woozy for the time frame…I’m not built to restrain this much information…This shit’s flaring-up, and I have no idea how to stop it…Decapitate this shit one more time…The faint whisper of winding up dead sounds thrilling, and then again…No one knows I do this like I do, but my retreats aren’t exactly secret, sometimes its exciting to want to kill parts of yourself off from existence…Drugs aren’t an answer to swerving off the path, but leading to just another exit…Propelling nowhere fast through the empty revelations that stick around for others to further witness…Exciting shortcuts to a grave lined with knowledge of mortal wishes…A creepy crawl through the flesh when I realize what possessed assholes think they can run our world for us…Creating zones for us to play together within…Exciting the stable urge to near normalcy while the rest of creation moves forward to the end of the book…Shaky in the hands when it comes to playing the grown-up games that tend to extract glances…Knowledge is a killer curse that drags the worthy down into the puddle of realized implications…The layers filled with goo that makes the mind lurch toward shallow goals to fit a greater ends…Solution has its shortcomings inside the tumultuous world, and it has even more difficult footing in the chaos that build this place from the nothing…Random goes back to the surge of particles that signify the multitude of infinities…Whereas we sit Here on the other side of indistinguishable potential…A strange but real mirror for our souls to embellish upon…Where do we go with one more brick in the wall?…Strange echoes I hear coming back at me from the cultural collective…Hive mind blues maybe?…Blood, sweat and tears that no one else is willing to see for themselves, at least none of the higher agents that get farther on our activities, and think it their duty to lead us all astray…My paycheck is signed by a better man…Negative begets negative…Action catalysts environment…We reveal that we are not so weak by showing off our distinctive scars and wounds…The trials by error that have shaped our lives…We come to the collective soured by raging futility, and sometimes we fuck it up with bringing it into this next life…

Thanks, khet.