constructive trippycism.
lets try this
the mind is a blur , a bare babble reaching over the loud sound of drums. distant... the babble doesnt get louder , doesn't get clearer , you hope it does. thats the cliche , thats what they want you to believe. voicelessness isn't constant , and you believed them. it is , its very real , when you recogonise it. you don't have a voice. do something about it?!
1: do you have match?
2: eh?!
1: a match , you know , that thing we light a fire with?
2: eh?! , why? , i might... but what are you going to do with it?
1: well , light a fire ofcourse....
2: light a fire or start a fire?!
1: well its all the same really , depends on what im setting alight doesn't it....
you slow down to think , what is this?
little lost are we? , well let me help you out. this is a dream , its not really , puddles , fire , air , vaccum and sound , its all in your mind this time. why don't you dream up a scene , a set!?. go on dream it up , close your eyes , give them names and clothes , voices and eyes. give them a smell....
2: i dont understand. why do you want to start a fire?
1: so that it burns....
2: what burns?
1: this thing we're in!!
you stupid fool , you still haven't closed your eyes have you?
go ahead , do it! , make it up.....
burn that thing , burn it completely , burn it down.... raze it to the ground. champion it and once you're done.... once you're satisfied and you've burnt it. it being that which you can't deal with.
once you killed everything in it , committed the genocide.
have you done it!?..... why? , where did you get the match.... which voice was yours?
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