clouding out other voices instead for repetition of the wrong things,
answers to questions never asked by anyone, and always in all the wrong
contexts… hard to believe, but i feel as though i shall finally have
some life energy that is my own, that isn’t linked through time and
space to anyone else stranger in future strange lands… do we keep the
seed moving so that it carries us through to the other side with it?… or
does that just never matter in the grand scheme of cosmic madness
prevailing?… the raw and unyielding words sting and scar as they fly out
and away, trying to pressure cook the whole lot of us in an infernal
stew, and making the melting pot boiling hot to scald the unfortunate
ones… the emotions cannot appear objective to me, and my system of
organizing those thoughts sometimes shatters any previously held
personal expectations of stupidity, my blindness allowing others to see
themselves when it is their time to open up to the vision… there are
very few people really trying to understand themselves in any way that
will make sense to the outside world at large, but the past has given us
the works of scholars and thinkers who posit similar enough arguments
that it certainly adds to the magical parallels in synchronicity, the
possibility of a probability within a probability of possibility forever
into the infinite… speeches are made by the orators who can handle the
pressure, but sometimes the song has to be sung and there are no other
singers but you, where we are there is only the ‘show’… the display for
no one in particular, but for your willingness to include yourself in
the chaos i need for positive change to occur, without risking the skin
once or twice there is nothing of note to stand up and look forward to…
