slowblowlow

we all scream and shout and run as fast as possible against the walls of perception just to get a headache of peace and understandment.
we all scream in pain and shout hexes about our pasts into our future and we do it as always in our now-here-well-being.
we all try find a language for finding ourself's self. we all decipher our hexes into religion into truth into falsities into being and into not understanding. don't put a god-damn hat on the bed!
"this is not normal again" [anonymous]
yeah, go back to where you all came from
"why rely on all those foreigners who'll leave anyway sooner or later" [anonymous]
yeah, come back to where (y)our problems are not foreign to us.
i don't get you.
everyone talks about strength and beauty and lie in a pool of shit.
i want to swim with the scum whom we all are (yeah, didn't you learn me that, twat, solanas).
"caress me with your alienation, alienate me with your caress" [patrick jones]
so yeah, go on and live in your problems of always wanting to stay. to stay, away.
and you can try to keep your breath there untill your face turns red because we can't be honest to ourselves and we keep our breath untill our tears start dropping until our fears starts popping and poking and you can all keap your breath as long as you want because we all know there's nothing in this that we don't allready know. [ulf lundell]
and we all want to write our own story and ignore the fact that everything is iteration
we are afraid of ourselves because that's the only thing that isn't a iteration, it's merely a mirror-image of our fears.