the pseudo adventure

inconsistency of the dream break it down into its base components does in there lie a place in time for everybody someone for them to always be things for them to always say i think not but my world is far too hazy to see anything a story to write standing in line at the supermarket it hits me i had become everything i hated the vacant stare ,the fucking vacant stare sometimes i loathe human beings i really do i stare at the stars to absorb there beauty, the flowers the colored candy the glimmer in your eye the one that keeps me here will i survive the war, i do have many doubts, too many trace to retrace your life, to find clarity in madness doesnt really make the grade why do i not wish to mingle with the hoards could this be my destiny could i be on the right path to happiness in the second you feel fragile, you will know your path dont ask me to go to some b grade club, pub its not to my liking... i am addicted to being on the outside, looking in through the glass bubble little creatures live in my surroundings some have scary wings that move faster than my human eyes some have long legs that remind me of nightmares i love the pretty winged of the spieces, there wear their beauty on the outside by accident and you gotta admire that... my hands have grown and my breats are fully developed so where do i go from here?? my body has arrived on this plane of reality i wonder how long it will stay. my mind still loiters in the land of the pixies and the magical beasts but i make it through the day, i get my work done, i live here in this society with its cock in my mouth and its heart in my hand i know its secrets, its lies, its deceit i ve seen its insides, its workings, its decay, its bi products and they are sick so very sick, they dont care and are unaware there are armys of madmen that pave the streets they serve you coffee, they do your laundry they sell you drugs that kill you slowly dont you get it they will have there way with you and spit you out in the next breath........................... Written March 30th, 2002 © on Mar 29 2002 10:04 PM PST   10 • 0