what type of man am I this morning.waiting to see if I am forgiven for presenting my circumstances in such a severe way.
just a beer too many.and i so easily turn.
not going forward.
a boat spinning in circles
The Process stops
wordless communications between hierarchy
after a point
education becomes subjugation
process and detachment
one concludes the journey is only clincial
and all too personal
my private tensions and fears heightened and amplified by numbers.enough pause to readjust to a decimal change in frequency or another "version"
given up believeing the lie,the lie that had kept me breathing and hoping..now ashamed that I had believed there was good reason
the singularity
a new breed
that these pieces will somehow be assimilated
into some pure soul
but instead....
a mobius strip
of my own triggers and neuroses
observe
extract
insert
replay
observe
distract
insert
The New Way
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