1) Sedation is not meditation. That's isn't what
substitutes for conversation.

And who is wrong over holes burning into their
heads or bloated sacks shifting in

their stomachs?

Over feeling unloved, worn out and with nothing?

2) The decomposing human bodies moving in a
vibrant language. Sending signals

in unfortunate ways, (through unstable tones.)

Just enough to kow that there is no recovery. How
can I even compare? (I'm hiding

out. Shaving my head. I'm screening calls.
Covering my tracks.)

I want to form some sort of expression. I want to
make some sense out of this.

Without calculating the collective, I want to
know everything.

Sometimes I don't want to scream and sometimes I
don't want to be around here.

Sometimes I just want to pilot a giant robot,
spending days that only exist in my

head.

Instead of excuses I will be looking for reasons,

Finding passion in my own instead of convenience.