Visions in shades of gray in a state of unconsciousness on the continuum of time and space
Twisted thoughts of flesh and sweat, truth and denial, the mind unravels secrets buried inside
Perversed proclivities, alternate realities, flashes of moments and things that do not exists, save in the confines of your cerebral cortex
Lines of reality blurred in this state, cursing the moment that you must awake, visions in shades of gray fade to black
I have of late taken the view that no matter how rebellious, unconventional, non-conformist we would like to think ourselves, we are at some point always part of a similar grouping of people. We are never truly leaders, but followers. Followers, I prefer to refer to us as sheep; because at one point or another in our life we are all sheep. This is a place to express myself, vent my frustration with the sheepdom, and relieve my boredom. It is my therapy for all that contributes to my neurosis.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
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