Wednesday, May 13, 2009

I met someone

My new psychiatrist.

I hate her.

She makes me feel like an idiot.

She makes me feel alien.

She blocks out the outside world.

She feeds me lies.

I want out even more now.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Drabble

Wonderland is a form of society.

Wonderland, as in perfect?

Perfect society?

Impossible.

Perfection is dystopian.

Dystopia is perfection.

This equates to anarchy.

Anarchy is chaos.

Pure chaos.

Chaos is good.

Good is a relative term.

So is perfection.

And dystopia(n).

Ignore my hypocrisy.

I'm going down the rabbit hole.

Looking for something within and out of nothing.

I love impossible.

Yet another relative term.

Life is impossible to get through.

It shall end.

Eventually.