so, who are you?
life, the vortex of untold memoreies, why do we remember sadness, and the less of joy? the filtration of a context is now sensationalosed, the idiot box is now for bored intellectuals, it is a crime to watch, well depending on the crime and it's permentations. who is our master, our master of puppets, play the song, toll the bells, burn the smite with fairy dust. corporate madness rings money, a bum on a seat........are you conformed or just in waiting? is life a journey..........or the journey is life? heaven or hell, floating on a obscured magic carpet in pergurtaory...will i be, watching demented mortals, awashed out, and just awaiting for the nonthingness of existance.
YESTERDAY IS A BUTTERLY WITHOUT WINGS. (ME)
DX, MDD, SEVERE BORDERLINE PERSONALITY DISORDER.
REMEMBER TO LOVE YOU. BE YOU AND BE TRUE.