Wondering. Wandering
Something's gripping at me.
Its name I shall not and can not mention.
For its ulterior nature and its unseverable pulling lines wrapping every living fiber as a whole which constitutes me.
Is it so very overwhelming?
Or it's just my conciousness flying off bridle all so natrually.
Shall I ever struggle to meet it and recognize it?
But still be driven.
The devil or the cool Operator never opening its eye?
The THING not escapable.
It doesn't care, though.
A machine takes care of itself.
Most intriguing.
But these scattered pieces of electrical sparks aren't making any difference.
Other than acknowledging their existance to the wild, fierce, stiffling universe.
All of its little motions so satisfited with themselves flexing theire endowments. Hurrahing their sweet false sense of freedom connecting faculties with their extensions.
All but others' extensions?
But others refuse this.
Each and every hurriedly set the self apart.
While fraught with desire, to meld as one.
Its name I shall not and can not mention.
For its ulterior nature and its unseverable pulling lines wrapping every living fiber as a whole which constitutes me.
Is it so very overwhelming?
Or it's just my conciousness flying off bridle all so natrually.
Shall I ever struggle to meet it and recognize it?
But still be driven.
The devil or the cool Operator never opening its eye?
The THING not escapable.
It doesn't care, though.
A machine takes care of itself.
Most intriguing.
But these scattered pieces of electrical sparks aren't making any difference.
Other than acknowledging their existance to the wild, fierce, stiffling universe.
All of its little motions so satisfited with themselves flexing theire endowments. Hurrahing their sweet false sense of freedom connecting faculties with their extensions.
All but others' extensions?
But others refuse this.
Each and every hurriedly set the self apart.
While fraught with desire, to meld as one.
