I’m like everybody else; vacant and lacking substance in a heart racing with anxiety, by time’s irreversible corruption, and profanity. It speaks its truth in microphones and under, through and into the ears of any receptor. He who is unequipped to doubt the circumstances of what holds together any linear form of routine, and acceptance in that, of what everything has become. Narration coming from protected houses, spoken without thought given to the beings sitting on their beds waiting for these stories to be written. And there isn’t much left out there, in the mouths of the tellers, and the ears of the sellers, and hearts of our core. Not much poison that isn’t willingly dealt, drunk and poured down our throats. Combustible like the anatomy of oats. And atoms, like their pulls, and magnetic reactions aren’t foretold, in the scything of all recyclable, now formable and repeatable reality of all that we once knew as real. The packaging of our organs on procession, we don’t even need them anymore. With pacemakers, who needs a heart? And we hem through the fibers of our beings, trying not to voice too predominantly in our neighborhoods, like our homes, in our cities, like our countries, and these borders and lines that are all imagined and left to be conquered. The biggest lie of all: That we are less, and incapable of change— How is that possible if we’ve already made it all the way here? Living our own personal ignition inside, of our magnified problems through relatability in “reality shows”, sitcoms, dramas; Our veins are plugged into our TVs. So now when they speak, it runs through our blood, thins it with the absurdity, that maybe if it is concrete, black on white, there is some clarity. Something to not have to assess, so our brains can be just as lazy as our body and we can regress. Into some sad and barely functioning society, that feeds the ones that are louder, and ignores the voices of the latter. And it’s easy to say you’re more important when we lose all our energy hating some face, you’ve hoisted above us, and are left with none to start a revolution and destroy all that contemporary knowledge of truth. And for all we see, is all we believe, there is too much to lose and too little to gain, when we can’t forget what we’ve been trained.  To think life without small amenities is incomplete, vast with impossibilities, though we cruise through a life of unattainability so easily ignored when we are told  ”This could be”. But this could be also, but nobody says so, so we all tell ourselves “no.” And we’re donkeys with karats on sticks, but it’s just painted gold that our trainers don’t even own. We learn tricks, and sell tricks, and do tricks, but that’s not always legal. But we don’t know what else to do, just so we can be, and do, so we choose and lose, and become less and diminish our souls and end our lives, but find little to no rest.  And it doesn’t make sense, how the fuck is this not a game of make-belief, by some child-like, selfish, “rich” entities. Only holding up, by the invisible strings of comfort in a cover- up act with no sensibility. [So if you’re angry, let’s sedate you.] I believe in this earth, not in this World, but we never talk about the earth, the sky, the water, and the dirt. We like to be” Wordly”, we like to be wordy, we like to recite our dictionaries, and think we are changing ourselves with stories, and small sub-realities to lose ourselves in; We don’t have to appreciate the actual mysticism of what’s actually out there. We only have outs, because we’re afraid of in, and what is in there. Because we’re told not to trust each other; ” No, don’t talk to strangers”. Trust only the reinforcer, the police, the law; the repressors. Because to be open to the possibility that we are not alone to feel alone, means we can truly believe that being not well in this is our own mental abnormalities. Because there’s no basis in psychology, that says maybe, or takes into  accountability, that we live in a society that makes little to no sense, and to be insane in it, is to doubt and question the rules we’ve been set. We digress, we’ll all regress.