St. Vitus Dance

A lot of days I don't find anything interesting sadly, Just the same old husks moving around. I've gotten close enough to touch them before, I do not ever test fate by playing into an ego. I think making myself into a forest dweller simply out of boredom of my own existence has given me many experiences I wish I could take back. Many things I don't want to see in my dreams, but you grow use to the delusion of isolating yourself inside your own built in safe. For me its either my own safe or the haze of the woods that I can go to. So much too explore and learn but at the cost of being insane to the average person. You may learn an infinite amount about circumstance of the physical world around you with the cost of your head.

Being invisible is the only way I find myself close to people, the very situation of doing bizarre things such as hiding in plain site for no other reason but to entertain yourself is enough to throw around your moral compass. Indiscretion isn't so bad compared to those who own the world and cause havoc for the sake of pissing contest between them and those who hardly exist. But the only thing to reverse any spiral is those who come pre-packaged with integrity. Those who come from the world righteous and stay righteous under all odds all immorality and all perversion of the human kindness will inherit the earth and protect its conscious creations.

The crust of the world looks animated, it pulsates and quivers under my soles. The air around is all tremors. Dysphoria. The Crust exclaims "freedom is slavery", mourning its dead. Beating tired knees. Struggling to suck in. River of disgrace. Death comes quick. The land of organ failure.