Funny stuff.

Its funny how at certain times a turbid, lusterless, an gloomy plate of glass can shrivel its way in front of ones perception. Less funny is the fact that to try to circumnavigate such a glass is impossible, and being solid matter it cannot be passed through. The only other option left is to break it. To break it is to burst free of this misty mirage of deluded speculations, thoughts and "truths". In most cases breaking such a mirror is not favorable for it has a lingering image one shall not want to forget. It is also strange how one is never sure if it is really there, or whether it is just part of his imagination in order to queue the lingering images prescience.

Rationale

No more wandering and blundering through the mashed gray matter composed canyon of being. No more bending to the flow, going to use any crayon i want to. Accepting that this itself might be a fad it isnt possible to say such without an existing biased and hippocracy. Saying that is left is to go with the flow, you can say that the box is too big to draw outside of, realistically and efficiently. You can say such paragraphs are just an excuse are just something to do. are just a costume with some haloween cosmetics. You cant say that, I dont even known, so you cant. A silly test drive, revolting it is i agree. A try at being original - likely, while at the same time a big obnoxious cliche - yes. Not stopping is the problem this flood is just so typical and creates such a disgust in my self-being. yet it is still "flooding" - but not really. A spew to get away - possibly, pointless - definitely, deformity. Conflicting? - EXTREMELY. This paradox unbitten and untouchable exists. Verse as meaningless does not even tilt or wobble the buttress of reality. Annoying, not even potentially changing or truly original. Stuck in the circle as well as its cliche.

Stop.
Not yet.

So stupid, emo shit, no point, something to do i guess.

The peak of frustration is that it should be non-existant. We are nothing - just empty space, not metaphorically.
Existence is such a pain in the ass but its lovely, it is great.
This is not emo it is the truth?
Real emos are more understandable but its hard to relate, and thanks for that.

Being optimistic is hard, no wait i mean easy.


This whole mess is so silly it makes me laugh, i sound like something of the sense of a character from the breakfest club morphed with one from a kevin smith movie. How [fantastically terrible.