I stuttered for solidarity when I ate the plot line

A functioning madman said help myself because he can feel confusion

Shrill sounds of motion in colorful backdrops
Sometimes plastic faces make easy friends
But what does that make me?

I feel flesh when I inquire into my existence
But how do I know this reflection is mine?
Is this me?
Is this you?
I wait for an answer
But these walls echo anxiety

Shattered jaw logic solidifies fluid motion

It's stagnant intrusion makes minds break

Who can sustain a scene filled with such artificial means?

Quite the sight for a blind man's guide

Who in his shock let his master wander into traffic

A scream and a screech
Burning rubber for the nostrils
Broken glass for times capture
Watch it all with rooftop perception

Quiet relief inside a freak show
he says beauty builds inside
Shakes a snow globe
time stained hands
Sighs at the momentary show

monotony rules glass confines

Paper bag sneakers for a broken traveler
irony makes him cozy
No glory in starvation
he fell under a first worlds shadow
Broken by nutrition

Suited fiends
high on God
Demanding dollars for salvation
I only have pocket lint
But they take it anyway
Creatures of habit I suppose

I've never met a talking snake I didn't like

Stop
the
ride
please