don't think. write. get out of the way. where words go to die. there is space for an ending here. finally. a light flashing blasting in the sun blinding mysterious light I can see it coming words more words but I don't know why. I don't know what it is. so close. too close to the light. I woke up too soon to see how it ends. because I wanted to make plans to head out of town and drive down the coast. walk around the beach maybe drop 4X6 superfeta but I can't see that happening now.
flip.
switch channel.
I can try this again later but for the time being.
I see it as the complete expression of darkness and negation of original energy starting with you the voice of paranoia and incurable confusion. then of course the oldest of us he is the bitter one. I'm the hostile one caught in the middle. and the last in line he is a tack of vapid sarcasm. which brings me to the Source of our ruptured family unit lost in a perpetual battle against itself he has been dead for over 2 years...
there isn't a final solution or meaningful resolution or trick to avoid the trap. no.
in the end everything is left unsettled unresolved misperceived misunderstood indefinite unknown
in the end all is nothing:
and if and only if one accepts this against the endless illusions reality projects inside the spectrum there is a chance for one to stand at the center vortex where time and light converge as mind and realize there are better things than being alive...
