An Exercise in Self-Indulgence

mentally ill. that's where the puzzle starts. when someone trying to brake the force that prevents him from doing such things realize he is capable to duplicate the needs. every single piece of it... and is gorgeous, because you love it. you cant't live without it, though yet is breaking in. entirely.

you won't know what actually is important, and that is in fact the most discharging and heroic humanism act a single man ever disposed. the sheets that cover your body, that protect you from the world full to the brim of bloody incongruous sins has now ripped you off the dream we are all in, trapped inside a translucent iconic wall. because that is what we are. those lunatics thinking what's on with the other side, the non-existing side that keeps everyone attention revealing it. the big secret. we are misleadingly ill. mentally ill.

repeat from the top.