Right about now I'm wondering how you still hold a habitat in my encephalon. We've been racing around this mofo-ing universal nascar track for what seems like infinite laps. Orbiting passion, changing out tires of attachment, refilling the whip with adulation.
Will our cars collide someday? Smash together and explode....change form into a sea of flames....unstoppable rapid oxidation that leaves behind our bodies only to expose volcanic ash. We'd leave behind the swagger of our egos and we'd realize we were fashioned of the same protons, neutrons, and electrons. Perhaps then, you'd understand quantum physics. And be capable of a legit authentic interrelation. (Secretly) hoping.
Or will it be the alternate (more likely) ending : Driving parallel for mad laps. Approaching destruction but resisting reform. Kind of like a Republican. Politicians blending in with the hood (wearing camouflage). Delivering saccharine, hollow, standard lines regarding fidelity.
Conclusion: Reality sets in. Accepting what is is not the same as participating in it. Vinidication.
over it and out.
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