This Hell becomes a nonsensical mish-mash of sensory intrusions, - TopicsExpress



          

This Hell becomes a nonsensical mish-mash of sensory intrusions, odors, colors, auditory defecation, and the throbbing pain of my HEAD, wanting to leave and attempting to cope, what is this creation worth? Am I here? Do I create this? Am I a part or apart? Separate. Isolate. Defecate. This isnt real. Nothing is. Just a delusion. The madhouse of monkey chatter, apes shouting and the pain in my head growing, subsiding... you create it, you control it. Kill. Massacre. Mutilate. Whats the problem? Youre free. Create. Nothing binds you. Immerge. Subsume. Clack. This isnt real. Youre not here. None of this is happening and there are no outside forces, only the common delusion of the separated self. So why am I here? Shit. Why am I ANYWHERE? Intelligible. Consumable. Collectable.
Posted on: Sun, 17 Nov 2013 16:07:42 +0000

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