In the confines of my mind, I cascade through time in way that is hard to define. Cascading through fire and transpire to a higher level, which shows my desire. The story of my life is not a gun or a knife, it's the fight for wrong, when all around me is right. Fight the monotony of the inner psychology that removes us hypnotically from the ties of duality.

            Being confident is not the same as a bully, cause aggression is not a scapegoat for ignorance, it's the aptitude of your patheticness. The coincidence of that ignorance is the submissiveness of a society that is blinded by fashion and ****** brain ******* **** tube of a generation. But the subduction of concussion that wears away at our minds makes us merely pawns in a sick kids game.

            Then cascade through dreams to find impossible things, and life, which we affectionately create with style that holds weight like one of the great lakes, but holds you in your place cause ignorance is your fate regardless of what pain you take. People are stupid!

            Is fate so often redefined by the curiosity of the mind, but your cloud will never move any faster, it's not the path that you take, it's the feelings you find along the way that define it. Emotions are transparent in the catastrophe of the spirit as you search for the meaning in your screams and sorrow, forever! But smile, "because ignorance is bliss"….