tearing the veil from the top down
man. lately it'd be nice to hit something really hard. like pavement. i am disconnecting from everything more than usual. and it is grating on what convention says is my mental "well-being". to the point where i welcome neurosis; all of this is less and less significant and more and more ridiculous every day. i feel like: reality is a state of mind. i don't need to know that any of this is real; the world is a corpse, you know?. still, i find myself wanting to reaffirm my connection to it; i am not fond of being entirely invulnerable. i should probably just lay off the gnostic books for awhile. and come up with more-creative-less-morbid distractions from all this dead-ness and hyper-introspection. other than violent fantasy. and drinking.
legs to walk and thoughts to fly,
eyes to laugh and lips to cry,
a restless tongue to classify -
all born to grow and grown to die.
legs to walk and thoughts to fly,
eyes to laugh and lips to cry,
a restless tongue to classify -
all born to grow and grown to die.