Syncopath idiosyncrotic kneeling at the beach. Watching memories fade away. Least of all to expect. You to be here like the rest. Intimate cohersion. Ludacris sensation, Milistic nihilistic dilistic. Forward march.
Sometimes you need to go pensive hermit mode, teetering on psychosis, in like the chillest way possible. And you see the vitality exerted into suffering.
