#sovrnone

The social norms of the majority are an indignation, an atmosphere of humid sweat, poverty, low lifted alcoholics, beaten wives an girl friends. The sight of mediocre efforts and individual attempts brings me to a cold sweat in blazing temperature. A slow headache begins to creep and break my piece of mind,  madness is like watching a single drop of water drip only to evaporate and repeat the insanity, like a sickness that churns in my abdomen a light yet blazing unpleasantness. Its a poison, that builds up inside and in that poison I savor my meals, my beverages, my breaths, my senses relish the bitterness. Its this absence in the attitude of the social conciseness that refuses to refine itself, stubborn bipeds in defiance of change! They're numbers are great, overwelming with pessimism, allergic  to the alternatives that scream before our minds eye. Exposure to the daily grind of traffic, stores and schools makes me want to vomit, its a maze that sends my physique to the internal battle of succumbing to the use of substance for intoxication... and later addiction, all for the sake of escape, an internal battle against myself is fought every waking second, a nightmare that I struggle in my sleep with. It's as though a perralesses inhibits me to escape and find myself back in my own paradise, my own Eden, my out back. Then again, I'm reminded it may just be a place of fiction much like the pursuit of happiness, being but only a high. I settle for a bittersweet contentment a much better substitute for the unreachable illusions layed down as the basis  to live by and be recognized as a fulfilled talking monkey. I've chosen to walk the path less walked, I will doubt the claims and demand evidence, I will upset the setup, I will join the opposition, any thing that can be destroyed by the truth deserves to be destroyed by the truth, and brought out to be belittled, because this headache spreads and doesn't seize to pollute my core, it brings me to shortness of breath. I'm sick of my sickness.