why would i live in the real world when I could live in abstractions and protective mental layers survival guides and guidelines and factions, maps and diagrams and how tos and explanations and techniques and little mental photographs philosophical soliloquies and poetry and wanderlust neptunian narrations incessant observations hilarious meta ironic analyses and horny shame based accusations hyperreality nonsense and reality television intimacy above the problem aquarian fantasies all in retrospect retroperfect retrogradual increments all divided in on separate screens up in the watchtower and instead i dip my toes in masquerade balls mimicry conduit flavorless flavors ornamental killing me softly slowly bankrupt and lonely assertively distasteful blanket statement insults and coiled up mangled incantations as handfuls of figureless paintings and moronic amelioration fornicate and making magic angels fight from angles only some could bare to see
