spiritual burglary
delicious minutes
unlovely products of a puritanical conscience
alcohol  taken as a club with which to bludgeon  into a state of insensibility
words seemed to clothe genuine  honesty , they prove to be the veriest nonsense
epiphanic amorphous mind and its stream of consciousness
I imagine  a neural interface that could record dreams
not brainwaves, but images
phantasmagoric films beset by the florid mind
sorry echoes in the verbosity
Too bad love has fallen out of style
now that squares rule the world
I can't express "why" in words
so unrealistic a view of themselves and the world that they become most difficult to live with
little wonder I dwell alone
everything is really fragmentary
analyzing the analyst
tripping over my words
instantaneous administration
mesmerized by the minutiae of sensations
tangles of terminology writhe in his brain
collating and sorting
assigning vectors
in hopeful sectors
where heart and love abides