forced

When I type .. its feels forced.
The purity of my thought can't seem to find it's way to this blog.
I don't know why...

I still think... I stil think Like I used to..I still think.PERIOD.
HUmour is easily the best way to deal with things.. sidetracked like a sidewinder.. WHOOOSH!
Didn't see you coming here.... WHOOOSH! boomba! Bypassed!
There we go again.
I'm staring at me keybord now, as I type... I don't want to look at the screen... except for ther occasional spelling check...

Exhaustion... Makes the world look different.
Hazy.. like an old movie reel thats seen better days,.. Could do with some of that fancy digital remastering..

Coffee ... only works for so long... wiping the centre of a foggy windscreen to see through,.,, it'll get fogged up again.. You Know It....

Like walking through a movie.. reality disc0nnect.


like the seperation.. I am not doing this.. these aren't my hands... I flow.. through the ether of life.
Watch a movie.. sit back,, wander.. It's your life your watching.. DISCONNECT!!!!

ARGHAAA!!!!!
FUCK DAMN!!
Back again... ITS ALL FRESH AGAIN!!

The mind is re-aligning.. memory linking back up... bone .. sinew... sensory perception ... CLARITY of thought..

Perhaps this is the lie... What if reality was THE lie... ?

Maybe its all just a dust strom... My head be lieing to me.. Maybe we all just don't see..

DISCONNECT!!!

Has my reality blended... What world do I live in?.. How many realities do we have.?

I hallucinate.. I scream in agony... My fingers... Fused to my keyboard.. my life's essence flows through keys.. through the port, processed by its silicon brain,.. the monster before me.. sucking breathing me... A collective consiousness of silicon.. Linked through wires and the airwaves.. the NET.. the web.. The spider has caught the fly... and as it bites down .. for that moment they merge, the victim... the victor... and my life's essense flows...

We are one now.. You ,me... We Our one, My friend.. we are one.. you, me..

silicon soul...


And I wake... My hallucination has ended...

Sweat.

Why do we humans need someting to be physical for it to be real?
Reality depends on our 5 meagre inept senses...... Thus formed are our boundries of reality.

Irony. Foolishness.. Reality Is our Escapism. Limit yourself.. see what you wish.. accept only what u Can feel. Creatures that are different because of their higher consciousness deny that same consiousness.
We claim that what makes us different from animals is simply our intelligence... that we are more 'evolved'.

Intelligence. ..The engine. Yes, I don't deny it. It is what it is. But intelligence is no more than the engine of a race car. If left reving without being dropped into gear it Will rip itself apart.
Intelligence is simply an outcome of biology. A piddly thing.

I am more than the sum of my thoughts.
The ancients had it wrong..

I think therefore I am?..
No my child... I am.
The thinking is incidental.