Every window has steel bars. This is why our world is a stage. Our creator engineered it that way. The light at the end of the tunnel is a mirage. Do you know how it feels to give up on what you imagine and to piss your life away, swimming in the turbulence of urinals? I'm anesthetized, narrowing the brain from the skull. Oh my surgeon, must the incision be this deep? Yes, I’m still attending this injured party. My veins are darkened so there isn’t disparity. It’s visible to those who live and it’s visible to those who leave. I'm anesthetized, narrowing the brain from the skull. Oh my surgeon, must the incision be this deep? The director of the play informs me that act one has ended. The audience isn’t thrilled with the song or the dance. I can’t nurse my wounds without a PhD but I can live a normal life if I untangle the beads. I will do this with or without me.
Created: Jan 07, 2012maltesefalcon Document Media