Going home

Really turning my nose up at the world today. What the hell is everyone so freaking scared of? I don't know if you realise but the world is ours, thereby it's yours... Take it. It's what we have and by not using it all you're so incomplete. And why doesn't anyone let themselves be ruled by their senses, the part of you that is actually alive. Not your knowledge that you accidentally acquired from centuries of idle gossip and speculation, and accidental conditioning. Your knowledge is constructed and contrived but your senses are just yours. Neatly wrapped with the only things you'll ever own inside your luke warm skin. Everything from your beige drapes to your elders advice is a hologram for the feeble. And may i add the world is SENSATIONAL so why do so many people dull it with "sensible behaviour" and "being realistic" - realistic ought to be exercising the potential of all that's "real", not "settling for less" which is what the term "realistic" loosely translates as these days. You know, I envy mad people, I mean really mad people because they have the capacity to let their mind go off the rails - those rails so many people are so keen to stick to. Those bloody loons are the closest thing we get to being free until some goddamn White coated ghost herds them into a goddamn speckle-free cell. Padded womb to padded room to cosy padded tomb. I'm throwing my patronising anti-d's in the can. Wander, mind, ignore the chemical reactions some chump in a lab is whipping up. Some chump who doesn't even know me yet his hand is in my head, fingering my serotonin. Fucking pervert. The only thing that separates us from the rest of the animal kingdom is our imagination, right? I intend to exist in mine. You can come for a visit, if I like.