deceased equine
i'm not in denial. i'm all washed up. i've fizzled out. i need to be re-lit, i'm above all of it. with spasms, glorious achievements can become flesh. these solid ideas mold your mind. in time, you'll see i'm right. there's no greater passion than the illusion of enjoyment on a secluded day. this room is corrupt and destined to crumble into rubble. i'm able to stutter and mumble to communicate my wishy washy desires to the public. i'm entrusted with the tools i need to trudge through this thick overflowing sewage and hack through the knotted wires of this high tech, fast paced society. please, enlighten me. why did the chicken cross the road? why will my sense of self implode? i need a little exposition. is there any intrinsic value in anything, other than the will to sing? a lovely melody can mellow me and put me in a weakened, relaxed state. this is the face of hate. this is an indestructible ego at play. these are the meaningless words i say: do unto others as they do unto you, unless they're under you, then rub them out and knock them off. knock off their blocks. you'll see who the true master is at the end of the day when i'm rolling in the hay with a pitchfork clasped in my white knuckled hand. your submission is what i currently demand. i'm in need of my own personal authority and manic doctrine to keep the personalities at bay. i need to get out of here, i can't stay, i'm running away, i'm out of bounds. when you touch my shoulder, i tumble to the ground like a fallen statue. the peasants cheer when this occurs. i'm running out of words. i've used up my thoughts, i've ruined my identity. i'm a sick jerk, i do sick work and i get payed. when i receive my payment, i feel betrayed. i'm belittled and furrow my brow. i don't approve this message. i'm the messenger, and i won't be killed. i'm stuck in a loop. i'm unfulfilled. i'm drowning in mediocrity. i'm a helpless idiot. something broke my spirit. this discussion isn't spirited, it's deflated. it's uninteresting and it's trying my patience. it's putting me to sleep like an unwanted dog at the animal shelter. i haven't been exposed to the elements long enough to learn to withstand them. i have emotions, but i can't stand them. i'm a fool, i'm stammering. the evidence for my stupidity is damning. i'm clamming up, not calming down. i can't get out of this rotten little town. i'll suffocate in this vacuum if i don't clean my room. i'm doomed to repeat the past because my memory is faulty. i'm guilty of beating the dead horse of my fixation with oblivion. i'll see you in hell. i hope you sleep well. there's something wrong with my thought process. i twitch and i squirm, my actions are thoughtless. i'll soon be toothless and wrinkled. there's nothing to get upset about. you don't have to cry out loud or frown, just eat chocolate and put on your nightgown. it's time to go to sleep. sleep is the cousin of death, and a bad way to spend the day. stay awake.