neptunian

Ignoring all superficial restraints, I burst through the door at full speed ready to meet the challenges that waste my daily life. I have little concern for awareness as I'm speeding along the highway; open container of black liquid straddled by my crotch. Where am I headed? When will I get there? Only the sun can tell the time. Only the devils that hide from the sun can effectively explain time's demise. I'm the piece in the puzzle of everyday life. Neatly fitting myself into individual's memories, thoughts, and sophomoric dreams.

What movies will portray our memories? Will we sit listlessly and watch our memories unfold before our sad remote lives?

Can we truely say that we live at all? How much of our lives have been a product of endless void satisfaction? Endless sitcoms and drug habits that lead to a state of coping with reality. Happiness mind you.

So I wait in suspense with a dose of reality waiting for the derelict in the light of day that seeks the knowledge that is so easily exploited. Sipping a bitter taste from the Columbian cartel of brown beans, that produce the cardiac shock of daily asphyxiation. With each pulse pounding day, with every eloquent smile I have to force out, I wait for the moment that will wake my senses beneath the desolete plane of existence.