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"A Distorted Reality Is Now a Necessity to Be Free" Should Have Been the Title of This Rambling But It's Not.

I interrupt my thoughts for a second.

I need to analyze the situation.

Now I'm just contradicting myself...

I can't tell what my point is, there is no understanding of reality right now.

Distractions cease to come to me.

I am stuck in this infinite loop self-thought.

Is any of what I am thinking making any sense?

Who's to answer such a question?

I am the judge of makes sense and what doesn't.

I know the answers to my own questions.

Too many questions.

Time hasn't budged.

I am the only thing distracting me now.

I am now without thought...

but that's impossible?

If I am clear of mind how am I able to process these words?

Just because someone is clear of mind does not mean that someone is without thought.

There is no such thing as absent minded.

I have lost feeling in my legs and my arms.

But my hearing has increased ten-fold.

I can distinguish every single sound from each other.

I don't know which sound is loudest or the quietest.

I don't even know which sound I like the best.

This is incredible. It is Beautiful.

I can't believe what I'm doing is illegal.

No need to get political.

No need at all.

In life stay neutral for as long as you can 'til you have to pick a side.

Well what side do I pick?

The one that's right.

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Written by
matthew-garcia
American
Published
Nov 17, 2010
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The title in apostrophes is a song by The Flaming Lips

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