"Eat me, Drink me: the Wasteland of the Real"
2009-11-10, 7:35 a.m.

In the simplest terms:
Life can be broken down into well over an ocean of vagueries, riddles, and non-sensicals. Euphorical symbolism to hide the heart ache of dead muppets- a grown up's heart ache.

The test of strength in this world has become a tug of war: what I want to believe vs. what my reason permits.

The simplest terms are muddied.
A black salt in a wound of confusion and indifference.

And here am I; medicated on a sea of red pills- never finding the single blue pill that can ease my suffering, like a lead aspirin.

This harsh reality is but one of many.

"Everything is coming back to me, the true..."

Do nothing

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