Ghast Monskey
D071: C and D

cripsy fried brainYou know fatigue is knocking at your door when you begin to forget. You forget the treasured promises, the casual okays and the excitement of spontaneous behavior. You become less alert, less sensitive, less thoughtful, until you begin to realize that you feel no more. The lead laden brain switches into auto-pilot mode, no longer pondering, no longer stopping to look around, only longing for eternal rest.cripsy fried brain
But.
Maybe it is not just fatigue. Maybe it is the mechanised human, molded by the expectations of society. Maybe being inhuman is part of the dream, the dream to get away f


cripsy fried brainYou know fatigue is knocking at your door when you begin to forget. You forget the treasured promises, the casual okays and the excitement of spontaneous behavior. You become less alert, less sensitive, less thoughtful, until you begin to realize that you feel no more. The lead laden brain switches into auto-pilot mode, no longer pondering, no longer stopping to look around, only longing for eternal rest.cripsy fried brain
But.
Maybe it is not just fatigue. Maybe it is the mechanised human, molded by the expectations of society. Maybe being inhuman is part of the dream, the dream to get away f


BereftBlink. Green. Jealousy blooms into loud wailing and you demand to know why no one cares. The air particles do not respond. You groan in anguish.Bereft
Flash. Red. Your vision spins as you propell yourself into a colliding obstacle, sweeping things off their place as you tore through like a whirl wind.
Blink. Grey. The steam gauge hits zero and you slump down upon the destruction, willing those broken pieces to get back into one again.
Squint. White. Reality dismisses itself into an uncomfortable brightness, everything outshines you as you feel yourself shrinking,


Rant of a Split PersonalityFrom time to time, We emerge from the depths of a haunted soul, Debating peacefully on our unique identities.Rant of a Split Personality
Who are you?
I am you. Who am I? You are me. Who is me? You are I, and also you and me.
Chaos in the grey matter feeds us. And madness is our best nutrition.
Sometimes, The determination of the native subdued us, Forcing a dull greyness into our lives. We sink our shoulders in schronisation, Filling the figurative air around us with submissive sighs.
Other times, We claw at each other. Fighting for


She and Her.We smiled,She and Her.
Acknowledging the rush of blood through our arteries at the sense of each other's presence. We knew, The hearts beating so furiously, that each of us will be handicapped without the other. We felt, Without touching, the bond that many called love.
Happiness came easily. Too easily.
They frown, At the unsightly combination of two non-complementary yins. We hid, Caging our affections tightly between two lonely creatures, isolated from the rest of the world.
They accused, Us of sins unheard of, of betrayal borne from the prejudiced infr
by ~egoodwinart
by `karincoma
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