These concrete visions fill me with cognitive dissonance despite the diagonal whiplash inherent in walking these crowded streets swarming with dionysian eye candy
So i engage in correspondences with my own despondence and write symbolic sermons upon paper napkins describing indefinitely my plans to attend the universal assembly of neurotic narcissists convention
Until this dissolute disappointment directs me to dance with my sick eyed inner child whose tiny eyeballs look like two pools of quicksand hopelessly beckoning to the uninvited parts of my psyche to at the very least acknowledge him
Quick to the rescue my dissident anima rushes to embrace me as she pulls me blindly inside her waif-like body into the thickness of her essence where bliss is overtaken only by an oceanic reverie for the infantile irresponsibility of this unseemly situation
Eventually we begin to disentangle because differentiation always comes at a price too steep for me to climb and too stubborn for me to negotiate with or base my already unstable sanity upon
As the angle of the Earth to the Stars is relatively unknowable since it all depends on where in the universe you are at any given moment of creation that you wish to measure and compare the length, height and depth of your own arm to