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Monday, September 6, 2010

Out of the trash

It's like when all these lost revolting thoughts and revived pains emerge in a union of undefined chaos that can pull you down to mind-states you never knew existed, you still absently interact with the surroundings attempting to stay connected despite you never been as much aware as now that the connection has long ago evanesced, the raging hatred and rebelling spite are no more to be smothered or ignored and your neglected instincts will not settle with the mind, the illogical ruthless society will keep going on the same monkey-way approach of following and demanding while all is subject to the same action and reaction to the same ancient availability theory, the nested doubts and paranoia within are endlessly itching and the conscious won't rest.. I hope you don't understand

4 comments:

StealthMaker said...

reasonable enough...

Dareen said...

:)

Anonymous said...

unlinked words

Dareen said...

To me, my words are tightly connected forming my representation of my thoughts.
To the readers: my words are the reader's perception and they are interpreted (if understood) based on the reader's mind schema.

and thus, you may say whatever you want, afterall it's your perception.