how we thought it was easy to not comit wrong durring life but as i understand hell i think of the real shit life will endur but most play with it likes its a joke i see it as the worst to experience. but hell its life right, so let the thoughts die and slip in to a coma of mass expectation. a dream it is the thought a good life one not this but i think different every day maybe one or three here there but damned. hell isnt the day that you get a prize unless your the grand winner at the victim ball. the day we end the plesentrys of this life it will be a nice one right? i dont know what its like to die so maybe in another life itll be like waking up.
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Maybe we’re not really living right now. Maybe everything we’re doing, everything today is nothing but an uncontrollable dream and reality is that we don’t really control our sleep, the unconscious mind controls us. All our memories, our thoughts, the knowledge we gained in school, all those pretenders we listened to are all fake, nothing but figments of our real imagination. Maybe we’re fuckin stoned right now, on a journey we can’t get out of. I think i’m trippin the fuck out here, someone needs to talk me the fuck down, talk me the fuck down, man.
Riding in a pink canoe with a blue man we try to kill the purple squirrel. STOP! Everybody jus be cool.