Need i say more

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Dare I say more? Look at him. But don't allow yourself to be drawn into his wake

or you will be drenched in his unique aura.. He looks like a specter, yet so full of life

I'd venture he's a demon, something outwardly, out of this realm. But how much of that is

the actual truth and how much of that is actually my inability to understand what he represents?

My brain is only wired for so little, it speaks far too much of what he understands..

How brains are the ultimate pant shitters. So coward, unwilling to take risks, dependable..

and like every sheep following the pastor, they to can go south, go against the program

go astray..be led astray.. This precludes any notion of responsibility of choice but rather

reinforces the fact that we aren't as active in deciding how much of our life’s is under how control

it's all a neatly constructed illusion, and we are the architects of this grandiose collective act of denial..

Thoughts come. Show themselves. Flirt with the possibility of being caught. then retreat to where they’ve come

or try to seek refuge somewhere else. A new head, a wilder mind, a lucid dream. Yes. Ideas are sentient.

He knows this. I know this. Because i am aware of this reality, the others take it for granted.

He sits there doing his best to hold his own with little effort. What people don't know is how much this asks of him.

Yet he is willing to give everything, if only he gets some in return or advance. Order is not of the essence.

He ponders silently, takes time to consume his words, ideas he has thrown into the fire of doubt..

Around this table as i sit here, there is far less to be expected. i don’t know where they come from.

I don't remember being here before yet it all seems too familiar. I don't recall ever meeting them,

but they all seem to know me somehow

or know of me..

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Her legs are crossed and she poses no threat. Her sockets are empty.. someone stole her rubies long ago. Her smile is just a row of teeth and her face wears a look of casual indifference

…

The kid disturbs me more than anyone. He wears his head on his lap…

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