Jung and Stoopid
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Jul 1, 2026
- Messages
- 84
Everything is so fake. The world seems a ruse pulled over my consciousness like a fire blanket protecting the indelible scars of the tangible.
It seems like everything and nothing are sewn into the simultaneous. The precious now.
Something is off. Red warning lights glitter my horizon.
Give it a name. The nameless is reserved for God. Name it. Verbalize it. Touch it. Drink it. Drink it all in and give me a name before you regurgitate.
It seems like everything and nothing are sewn into the simultaneous. The precious now.
Something is off. Red warning lights glitter my horizon.
Give it a name. The nameless is reserved for God. Name it. Verbalize it. Touch it. Drink it. Drink it all in and give me a name before you regurgitate.
