TweakUnique

I accidentally had to do some abstract mental mathematics today when I needed to print my Life Story Poem  script double-sided. In retrospect, the solution was obvious, though getting there required passing through a very uncomfortable fog of confusion. Here’s why: The problem became clear during rehearsal. My co-musician, Doc the Drummer, was struggling to flip through my script while playing the cajón during several duets we co-wrote (him on cajón, me on harp). We were in my set room, and...

It's what we're taught. "Turn it down!" "Don't play with fire, you'll burn it down..." So, I am muted -- as self instructed. Those waves you broke are conductive. You will die in ripples of pain, it's your fault you are insane! Copy, paste, sex reproduce. You're feeding a black hole you induced. Wake up - I don't know what dreaming is; I secretly think they're false images. Only people dammed by choice lies can sleep in make belive surprise. You're a zombie and I'm cursed with thought....

The great talented human people serve as food for greater evils And when they're ripe and ready society calls them mentally untsteady. Those who possess something Shining are what the overlords are mining. Grind them down. Wear them out. Force them pills. Turn insides out. So now those once bright stars are farmed, extract their ghosts - bodies unharmed.