this cthonic rage cannot abide, dude… the naps turned to thoughtless
rampages through a universe internal fraught with falling buildings and
screams somewhere deep, so deep it touches a nerve of fear that madness
makes me piss myself, but are those just the heartbeats in my chest
radiating outward into my head somehow?… are my dreams really my own, or
am i some mad dreamer among the many, hearing the call of the sleeping
god?… the twisted car wreck of analogy representing the limited actions
in a person’s life, but the “driver” of the soul feels helpless to
combat these horrible options even as they are self-imposed hurdles,
tests to ensure loyalty without questioning the ideal authority… paradox
tries its best to throw us off the path we are on, no matter how far
the progression has gone, but through true will alone one can defy any
siren songs at the exclusion of hearing everything altogether… the words
can always escape our grasp if we do not seem to manage the focus
enough under the duress of people’s attention, at times the individual
breaks down when a constrictive flow of energy comes to an end, and a
burst from the chest becomes an appropriate expression to spill forth…
game over, man, game over… not everything the voices in your head say
will make as much sense as any of the rest of this, and sometimes a
person just needs the rest to make up a direction and go forward, this
is the optimal risking behavior to really understand… few people
understand their primal intelligence and reconcile that with the logical
intellect that anyone else would define as general intelligence, no one
learns through classes alone on effective reconciliation between mind
and body and soul, and few symbols will ever openly reveal themselves to
those unwilling to let go of their predispositions first… there is no
transition without letting go, the raw amplification of nervous energy
can make the mind yield impatient results...
