How we perceive things is what scares me. It's the basis for everything in our world.
Perceived power, perceived status, perceived lack of what we have..an' the fear of what we never knew or were told
In this inverted society where everyone is fooled.. lulled to coma in the depths of one's own brain.. and not the chambers that store what we have not yet found
No. I mean the door we open before going insane. The empty spaces, so cold and so
Flouride-stares makes the hairs on my neck stand up. Are you there? .. I wonder as you small talk in my ear. It was fun for awhile but if I'm being honest, this is bullshit. If it doesn't ignite your soul and bring back your inner child, it's the culprit.
Fear is typically the source of mental parasitic growth. For facing them means staring at what hates most, causing sickness..tension
Maybe you're just human and you secretly resent that.. your humanity. That's a shame. Cause' it's beautiful. It holds so much potential.
About the Creator
Disarmament
They say there's no atheism in the foxhole. While I wasn't currently neck-deep in a river of soft sediment, I was still praying to whoever would listen. Why am I doing this again? I would ponder while staring at the device that in no less than a minute could be my undoing. I scanned each and every variable panel and commonplace button as I watched the bright red L.E.D ticker countdown. No wires to cut, no code to put in, there was only one way to stop this infernal machine, and that incurred perfect timing.
By James U. Rizzi3 days ago in Fiction
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