"In the hail of gun fire I caught the eye of my angel. So beautiful was her way of making my hull slumber seem so..."
Enriched. Like that Wonderbread s**t. I guess that is what my life has made me. It's hard to believe I'm waking up again. I am awake physically, but much like the world around me, my head is chock full of assine thoughts, ridiculous ramble, banter of enlightenment. I think I'm the bomb diggity. A self-loathing creature, no more humble than I am self destructive. I guess I need a moment to sit here on the edge of my bed to measure how far outside reason I have become.
Desensitized.
Is it television? The media making me shy away from empathy, sympathy, and communal interests.
Is it my past? Could all those moments in the gutter, all the slaps, beatings, and bruises dissolve my humanity?
It's 7:00 am and already the man is doing his job in keeping the filth in my soul. I see all these constrictions have become divinity in the commonplace of humanity. Ah, look at me trying to fixate my self as some deep hard body. I need food, I need opportunity...I need a break.
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Set well in the light and the eyes of someone's subconscious. The intricate strands that weave their way through principle and reason; morality. We address this as morality. To see the light, our hero must be come the something he sees he's not...human.
Enriched. Like that Wonderbread s**t. I guess that is what my life has made me. It's hard to believe I'm waking up again. I am awake physically, but much like the world around me, my head is chock full of assine thoughts, ridiculous ramble, banter of enlightenment. I think I'm the bomb diggity. A self-loathing creature, no more humble than I am self destructive. I guess I need a moment to sit here on the edge of my bed to measure how far outside reason I have become.
Desensitized.
Is it television? The media making me shy away from empathy, sympathy, and communal interests.
Is it my past? Could all those moments in the gutter, all the slaps, beatings, and bruises dissolve my humanity?
It's 7:00 am and already the man is doing his job in keeping the filth in my soul. I see all these constrictions have become divinity in the commonplace of humanity. Ah, look at me trying to fixate my self as some deep hard body. I need food, I need opportunity...I need a break.
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Set well in the light and the eyes of someone's subconscious. The intricate strands that weave their way through principle and reason; morality. We address this as morality. To see the light, our hero must be come the something he sees he's not...human.
