• It's 1:15 and I have realized that I've fallen into Friday
    And that the adrenaline from Thursday has been flushed away
    never to grace my capilaries again
    Cherry po-po-popped and Im lookin for motion
    and a soundtrack to get me back home
    to where those Wild Things go
    I want to spit past this condition and fast forward to recognition
    but it seems that there is no point in reaching for apparitions
    because obviously, my asperations are really hallucinations
    and my dillusions are the result of emotional contusions
    and years upon years of conditioning
    So the question reverberating from your throat to your tastebuds is:
    Nature or Nurture?
    Neither
    I am a being that has long since transended
    anything that nature could hope for
    And I was certainly never taught how to shatter glass
    and rattle rafters with words of such wild ramifications
    I simple am, and was, and will be
    And in one moment, as a wasp in amber, I see myself
    weening to withered
    my life spread before me, I wonder and weep
    I find the courage to make a leep
    across the mesh bridge that leads to 42 different answers
    and only one of those has borogroves
    and my alethiometer wont stop twitching
    my skin is itching as my mouth rusts over
    And I want
    it all
    to stop