Repetitive.
Trance.
Music.
Predictable shapes.
Falling.
Fitting.
Instant gratification.
Justification
of hasty
decisions.
Visions emblazoned
on memory
overdrive.
Hypnotize—
paralyze—
aching psyche.
Numbness
equals
no pain.
Fingers clicking
ticking
time
away.
Brainless.
Mindless.
Wasteland Fortress.
Soulless Savior.
Tetris games.
Yes. For me:
lap watching
wall staring
ringtone shopping
sleeping
glazed-eyed tv “watching”
Wasteland Fortress…kickass line.
I guess sometimes our minds just need to go into auto-pilot.
I enjoyed your post thoroughly – Smiled at the last line, although I’m not quite sure why… Perhaps all of the phrases proceeding it hit me on a deeper level and it was good to be brought back into a simple reality.
Hope you don’t mind me blogrolling you, I’d like to read some more in the future.
[Take Care]
I am no longer a productive member of society. Or of the human race either. I need rescuing from myself, from the cesspit of pointlessness into which I find myself tumbling, flailing around, swallowing toxic effluent and washing it all down with industrial quantities of black-hearted caffeine.
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