Some nights when I can't sleep I look back on what I gave up both consciously and unconsciously to become the individual only an ideal universe could allow to thrive
Slowly I have been stripped bare of the most basic of human rewards. This is a metaphor for how I feel my consciousness should be represented: flayed and burning alive in heaven
Look at me! I'm a crazy dog on a ball! Weeee! I'm crazy ball-dog, come play with me! WAZZUP! My dizzack, MY DIZZACK! All your base are belong to my dizzack! MY DIZZACK!
