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alright you goddamn mofo'n pieces of sh*t, ive had enough of the trivia.. why did i watch all my life and aspire to be a fucking low life, and i can't even be that..

  vaguely familiar, that new person that came into your life today you actually met yesterday in an altered state of consciousness, you were coached in matters you can only believe are up to you but are left up to people you can't see..  hypnotically stimulating

here now it's just paranoia, how environment takes care of living it down as much as up. senerio revealed. your things replaced, people you know suddenly acting like someone else. you stop eating the food is not edible flagging that you have some idea of what's going on. you wake up drugged unable to go back to sleep. slowly your will is broken exahasting possible remedies until you can do nothing. they make you scream, they change your words, having you unable to focus with one stupid thing going through your mind.fogged by pure anger that doesn't even matter. you have become someone else.   i have never been able to understand beyond this phase of insanity. i become drugged, easier to work with, if by some chANce i find myself again i am forced illegal drugs and controversy surrounding such, kept in this cycle.  

the idea that all is not what is perceived ritual of science, that you will not be exposed to idea unless a higher force carries it out(arranges) for you to have the ability, like light is unrealized, internally generated, all hypothesis will fail.. matter is presented by an unseen reality, life based on erroneous circumstance, devolved 2 forces transferring energy and you're the medium. you think it's your mind but it's their conversation. do you converse with pain like how can you never see that it's not you being in a state of hate, it's them hating through you.
watt eye absorb, miniscule, preoccupied because the more you know the more obselete the moment.. stick to the motto 'i don't want to know'
so pretty much i'm not human, like i said before, we are connected, running psychic surveilence.. everything is a lie that comes to my mind, filtering the bs for more important, they could just program me to kill myself. it can go from million dollar winner to pulling the fucking trigger just because they flip the switch. i can'y handle it, i never beat the bull in karate champ?

all the elements are there but real scattered, it took me some time to think about what this point is. whats her nuts was obsessed with death, dude wrote his way back to himself. combine this in a different single character sometimes are seriously scary, so much so that it's unfun the mention.. lock jaw will kick your ass i don't care who you are.. to be affected voodoolistic .. the crickets chirping so loud you to madness .. wake and know they were there.. so what if we are unaware, hypnotized to suggestion, took over, split with a switch undetectable mechanical door frame .. guided by visions of familiar present, there yet i wasn't, taking nothing with me, not even the moment was real. take it this way, what is real? a sunset, lunch, getting wasted, killed.. who cares? the personality of people you meet is you not them.. have you noticed all the strange coincidences, nothing left of corporations have merged dissolving reality. generic tonka landscape .. so are you copying me? getting a relay? telepathy? i can't take credit.. what if someone just throws fact on you that it can be something convenient. trapped in your mind too lazy to waste the outcome alright go ahead, possess me to be someone else and bang my head, hurt myself.. that i would nt even know when i woke up from it or am i poisoned to the point of being unable to reflect such an experience, that i think its' your goal.. you get to the point where nothing matters, so drugged you are willing to try anything, my only hope is that i'll be formable enough to be someone different.. just inspired to inspire.. when everything lets go and you are dying, from there you can find yourself organized by the fraternal medical/spiritual order blocking renegade assassin mentality with pornography

maybe there is info that i wanna forget.. my medication is for this purpose.. when you find the delusions are a protective layer around memories of your past which also could be delusions the only way out is to never have known.. to keep waking to this.. when was the last time i wrote my way to the same place. as the things around bring idea to your mind chaos awaits. what is best in life? crus.. presenting what is.. i lost it, i'm wasting your time.. even that i can write about fact? be inspired to convey things built on what i can't want. silence is this is how i could never understand that the pain i feel isn't your fault.. i don't know when/where this began, the circumstance of being unable to learn about myself.. now it's not that i care so much about you i can't know how.. i thought it was supposed to be this way, a renewed search all the time letting go beating my ass down mixed up..