It's Odd

...Adam was self-destructing right after we did a meshuggah, rational gaze, debate case at Georgia state (he wanted to go home, like I would remark among my times in the middle of the woods among violence)...the patriarch measure, brought to you by the father "figure" that likes to reference me with a HAPPY demeanor of "son" fakeness and all, among which even let off a neighbor for killing an entire van of people (wrist slaps for racism, shhh) via calling a judge because they are bike buddies...shhhh....judges and lawyers totally enforce and yet, when it's the client...which my family would be that...SMILE....so anyhow, sure thing, Where the fuck are any of us...dial up kiddy smiles and laugh the night away...figure me out...I don't have that need...she left this lame building a long time ago...so pretend by all means it relegates matters all too well...as usual...think ancient times on repeat....here we are, yet again...and I like elfmans cycle admission...1935...it's known and yet something emerges that allows an opening, even if stuck on repeat...ancient times and beyonce (beyond, though beyonce sounds better)...shhhhhhhhhh...it's all so linear...it's all so new....meaning in relation to lineage memories, in relation to Mike Patton associations, of which I question, there was a lot of hardship, and yet nothing for Adam and myself, not to mention that play of those running the intelligence that would require our stigmatizaton...we could be dangerous after all, and yet that wouldn't be possible...I wonder who took aim in relation to us..again this being attempting to reference as father figure and yet nothing of the sort, smiles and all. I'm not upset, yet, it all started to come together, including when an 8th grade teacher warned my best friend of whom he associates with. He needed to be careful and yet she wouldn't clarify even among oh captain my captain memorization, never heard again until 5th avenue New York city...I guess I couldn't possibly follow among the bliss that has graced this rock spinning around a ball of fire...when a materialized game, this empire of dirt, can affirm like a veil of distortion among the wedded eyes, then who can possibly object. All is well among these earth angels spinning into an infinite hell. I wouldn't want to oppose. Rather, do whatever you like, realize one's among the superficial mirror. It is your cake, and we, the lowly ones, what's left of the icing. There is not hatred in the remark, but the criticism among the assumption remains. Why pretend, when matters sobering sustain...then again, we all, deny it if you will, like that disney play...why fear the mouse when the talking mouse entertains. It's odd. No need to say, just take note of the oddity. There is a talking mouse that you all love, and yet this would be a mouse that talks. How did we ever come to the measure to accept such an event? I doubt we could even figure such matters, as sometimes, the frictions of realization seem too involved to even be alive to such critical meausre. Rather, we just give in...it doesn't have to make much sense, as the effort to even consider seems so....difficult, to find that pulse...we just flat-line while gravitating toward the cloying figure in the mirror, so we can live on a high that flat-lines entirely. I could be wrong, and yet post moments of such...glory...the forced smiles attempting to sustain and yet among the faces, energy fading away...I mean when she doesn't have to exist...so disregard as those connected to her drive the oddities that cannot find harbor among the safe and sound of our given time. She's weird. She's isolated. She's not so accessible. She's among the background and yet, what she does....her creativity.....her connection....shhh....let's carry on....let's pretend...let's run the grid to prop up the imitations of life, while she meets the very erasures that enliven at her expense. Maybe ths means nothing, as she is designated to mean nothing. I cannot find hardship in this. Rather, curiosity and critical measure that remains incessant as we delve further into these...needed considerations I think. Oh my, where was I?