; lyht leaves the eyes—expelled by a relentless laesr of poignant realisation that reality is but absurdism x impossibility.

Tuesday, 20 July 2010

perceiving truth

its all in the mind. if i tell myself everyone is imaginary and all i've actually got is a holographic projectory imagination, nobody is able to fault me for that. and the truth is you are not real.

dreaming last night was terrible, i never want to feel that again. it was an amalgam of pain, fear, shame and perverseness. the biggest fear was that, that could be all i really deserved. or reality. something's telling me i've overstayed my welcome on the good side of this fabric, that i ought to push more than my toes past the tear. climb through and accept the reality of cut up fingers and unfeeling cast members.

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