supersonic
Bluelighter
Is there any way to give myself an oppurtunity to concieve a new way to fix this awful mess of things.
I need to break through all the barriers that I am placing on my own abilities capabilities.
Concern myself with relevant when all I think is not important at all.
I don't see purpose in this, and maybe that is why I can't seem to garner any direction.
Maybe I can get through this, but I've been hiding behind such bullshit for months it seems I can't conclude this.
What if this mediocrity is to persist, does it mean I'm stable and happy and I have no more rage left does this mean I even exist?
Jutted like a record player so slightly tapped I'm off the beat by just a fragment of a second.
Who'd offer their advice, enough to disprove this, such random bursts of energy seem so less frequently its appaling.
Maybe I should just restart this, repeat the things I already know and make some new sense of the genius.
But who repeats delusions, when its all we do like spirals that look new, and nothing has specific purpose.
Except for emotional gratification, instinctually driven to use logic to defend our own natural movements.
Its seems to be so useless, these words, these thoughts, don't even care except their better on here than in my head.
Lets end another pointless reflection, what do you say when you think you have spoken all the words that can be said?
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If anything I do drugs to appreciate reality.
I need to break through all the barriers that I am placing on my own abilities capabilities.
Concern myself with relevant when all I think is not important at all.
I don't see purpose in this, and maybe that is why I can't seem to garner any direction.
Maybe I can get through this, but I've been hiding behind such bullshit for months it seems I can't conclude this.
What if this mediocrity is to persist, does it mean I'm stable and happy and I have no more rage left does this mean I even exist?
Jutted like a record player so slightly tapped I'm off the beat by just a fragment of a second.
Who'd offer their advice, enough to disprove this, such random bursts of energy seem so less frequently its appaling.
Maybe I should just restart this, repeat the things I already know and make some new sense of the genius.
But who repeats delusions, when its all we do like spirals that look new, and nothing has specific purpose.
Except for emotional gratification, instinctually driven to use logic to defend our own natural movements.
Its seems to be so useless, these words, these thoughts, don't even care except their better on here than in my head.
Lets end another pointless reflection, what do you say when you think you have spoken all the words that can be said?
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If anything I do drugs to appreciate reality.
