So I'm in hiding again.
Avoiding people all that I can.
I can't properly explain it,
partially paranoia,
partially annoya.
Same old friends, same old stories.
Same old truths, same old glories.
They don't seem so glorious anymore.
Or is it I that is a bore?

No more rhyme, i declare.

I'm so dependent it's making me sick.
I rely too heavily on my loved ones.
I feel undeserving of my peace.
Seemingly worthless,
I am incomplete.
My life's work I am lacking,
no fault but my own.
But I can't make a choice anymore,
i can't see the truth.
I don't know where to end the doubt,
i don't know how to trust.
I'm not scared,
of life or death.
I'm scared of nothing,
and that's what I am.

good time

strange imagery tonight,
a vampiric vixen, (aj)
removing the skin from a person's back.
a wolf,
was it me?
bugs crawling,
but not disturbing,
a man in the road,
an old indian,
was it real?
almost driving into the sky,
almost,
i think the lateralus booklet,
is about an acid trip,
the pages the stages,
the ducks,
if you're so cold,
fly south already!
but i'm glad they were here.
that sound,
like heat wavery guitar,
coming from a desert oasis,
a mirage,
with mario 2 dancing trees,
so awesome.

revelation scramble 1

the body is a cage for the mind,
but your soul lives between your heart and throat.
Our bodies are our vehicles.
The head is like the radar dish.
the three components of the mind are;
the logical brain,
useful for calculation or rationalization,
the 'soul'(or heart)brain,
mediates between the other brains,
power distributer,
producer of dreams?
and the last brain,
the 'shit' brain,
basic impilses,
eat drink fuck sleep
this brain has little respect for others.
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i determined this by putting my hand behind my head,
i determined it felt as thought it was above me,
as opposed to behind me.
Yet, with my hand behind my back,
i had the distinct sensation that my hand was behind me,
definetly not above me.
Did i mention i was high?