Like a poison seeps I flow - like Bobby Fisher, the world is a game of chess where I am only bound by rules. My limitations are only sought and trapped between borders.. like poison trapped within veins.
Borders.. we're trapped within never seeking the fullest extent of truths the subtle intricacy of obtrusive statements
The bank was robbed, the money is gone.. there is no fact, only fiction. For maybe I weave through minds like a poison, but poison is euphoric.. It opens your thoughts in docility.. allowing you to see things that aren't there.
Embrace the hallucinations.. because life's bureaucracy doesn't allow for second chances.. it doesn't allow for clarity. It only bickers and nips at your soul and leaves the sting of indifference. We sing the hymn of a world in which we all march like helpless marionettes.. crushed within it's walls like bodies littering a crime scene, trampled by the means of mundane thinking.. and suffocating in false factuality.
The lack of the voice inside your head is not poison.. it's sanity.. it's power, it's what you were fed through plastic coated purple spoons from a little gerber jar. When you stop listening and start seeing, than you have tasted the poison.
Cheyenne: “Chance, these are the kind of people where if you lose.. they'll kill your wife, your children, your brothers and your sisters.. they're kinslayers.” Chance: “Then the answer is simple.. we win.”
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