It’s fun to play with split personalities on paper.
None of that’s real, but,,,
If you go there frequently, and if you make a habit of talking to any other point of view,, you can go some neat places.
ANd it feels cathartic.
You can poke and prod yourself, try to dig into thought.
Plus, you get tired of talking to the wind.
(So…)
So there must be a reason, must be an end.
(Where are you going?)
Where are we going?
(Possibly nowhere)
Possibly anywhere.
(You might not have the strength)
I know what it is.
I see it very clearly.
It’s switching addiction.
It is applying this compulsive and psychotic nature to positive things, instead of the slow death.
That is the answer.
(But you don’t know how to do it)
No i do not.
ANd it’s very disheartening.
I’ve got gasoline to spare, endless pacing and thought, no shortage.
I just can’t point it at anything.
(You point it at a job 8 hours a day)
But that only takes a fraction, only takes a sliver of what’s going on in my brain.
(Hmmm)
(Think you’ll get there?)
I don’t know.
I know that talking helps, which is why you exist.
And since you’re mine, I can apply you to any topic I need.
Religion,dreams,depression,addiction.
I can take all this shit, and I can throw it at you.
(Clever)
And misunderstood.
And a bit stupid.
But I don’t care.
(Stalkers drove you mad)
A little, yeah,,, a little bit.
If the tables were turned, you’d probably behave the same way.
They didn’t beat me.
(I bet they did lol)
No…
No I’m still here.
And M is for that which is MINE-nick cave.
(Interesting)
There’s a universe in here,
And it’s all for you.
(All for you)
Everyone refrains from rambling about themselves, at least the people trying to progress do. Try to stop yappin… but, my argument returns to
“It’s gotta go somewhere”.
And I’ve been carrying shit my entire life, like so many others, you just carry it, quietly.
So,, so you make a place..
And that’s it.
I don’t feel bad about it.
Cricket wraps his paws around my hand when he’s using it as a pillow. Half claws. Not intending pain, just intending grip. He’s not out to hurt. He just doesn’t want me to leave.
I don’t want to leave either.
I don’t.
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