Just another stain in your sheets. Table for one! A moral deviant sitting restless, torn between insanity and a seemingly lucid dream. Intoxicated by an insomnia-induced nightmare. Refusing to live life on a bent knee. Denying “FAITH†as the only source of compassion. 20/20 in the rear view mirror. Legally blind out the front. Life only making sense when viewed backwards. Where wisdom hits suddenly like a bullet. An underlying fear that anything accomplished is unsubstantial yet continually rushed and urged to barely achieve mediocrity for social validation and gratification. Aching to transcend from my own complacency, simplistic humanistic behavior, and drunken moral discrepancies. Like a crippled drunk within arms reach of his bottle, hypocrisy is found hindering existentialism. Lost between my own consonance and dissonance. A continual struggle to not confuse my dissent with besieged apathy. A promise to not crawl in a corner to lick my wounds and to not dwell in the twilight of the deleterious nature of mediocrity. Lodged firmly in place as a proletariat comfortably resting in my own resolve…
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