I Got Id (Shit)


__ Days Accident Free at the Thought Factory:

And it burns the roof of the mouth. That's the feeling. Looking in the mirror while on a hallucinogen and you realize how odd it all is. How odd you are. Deep in the psyche you realize what it takes and what you have to do. Intuition has been confused with fate, one too many times. The will to live is drought when you start to compare. Daily. And the attention deficit is not a disorder for many. It's merely the choice you make when you try to ingest everything. You must carefully choose when to be ignorant. These are not rules. These are your choices.

And you know that denial. It's always a good feeling. The cocoons in your stomach eventually all die and your nerves are shattered. It's not easy to look through a stained glass window. These walls took years to build. The tongue touches the roof of the mouth and it still is tender up there.