What's that drag? (no aerodynamics here).. It's my relapse. It's my walk, walk into super-consciousness.. To truth? nahh.. Truth is still very far from here. It is my drag to present. No matter how much I try, the damn sKag still tempts me. Questions of when, where, should, would. What next? Why? I await all the answers. Peace for my mind. It's like football where everyone runs after that same damn ball, my mind never stops yearning for immortality. Still its not the undying that I desire, its the spirit. How I wish a shrink would read everything above and tell me what I need and what is wrong with me.
How I wish I still had some of the diesel with me. The high ride I still remember and miss. My ticket away from the stupid puppet show that is inside of my head. My ticket to the hopeless suspended animation.
Chop your breakfast on a mirror....
Master of Puppets - hear me scream !
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