Believe Me, I Know
I'm not going to lie. I don't have the right mind set for all the verbal graffiti that is so amped up to mislead me. I don't like the overall tone of the situations or the circumstance and I really don't care who knows it. Let me show you something, a view inside my mind's eye, if you will. It's full of things that live outside mainstream assumptions. It walks in silent places absorbing minuscule ideas for no damn good reason at all except for to exist. Sounds are a nuisance which can not explain anything outside the context to which I want them to. They're pathetic excuses for insolent aesthetics to which this mortal refuses to accept. Like a painter conditioning a canvas in hopes to bring out a subtlety of something only it imagines as there without someone explaining and demanding, “you will only see what I tell you. What you see is not there.” Well shut it, I say. I didn't want to see you. Shut your mouth as we...