dwelling on insignificance
The same endless loops and routines that your brain gets stuck in. Like you’re perpetually wedged in between involuntary and insanity because, for some reason, you can’t seem to break free of the things robotically smashed into your brain.
And the superficial shit-eating grins from self-entitled substanceless babies that wreak havoc on the electron interplay known as your television set.
With the continuous echos of whining brought forth from people lacking the foresight to prevent their woes and without insight to help them cease.
Once again the candle flickers in the wind, dancing perilously between the states of being vigorous and not being at all.
To which I can only bear witness.
