Sleep is the answer.
THE KEY.
Or rather, the lock...
Always has been.

Too much sleep and your mind,
not to mention your body,
gets lazy.

You get up later and later.
You get tired earlier and earlier.

Get your "NORMAL" recommended 6-9 hours of sleep
and BAM!
You're Susie Q. Can-Do.

Just like every content human pustule
Sitting, with no desire to leave,
on this shabby, sad excuse for a face.
Waiting patiently for that moment where the skin cant stretch any further
and the pus just throbs,
like that one twitchy vein in their collective temples,
Roiling with such greed, hate, and indulgence
Against the flesh.
And when it cant take any more stress it
/
*EXPLODES*
/
Showering the landscape around it in a putrid slime.

But, sadly, this planet,
Though understandably frustrated by this era that wounds so deep,
Could not lift an arm to wipe the surface clean,
Nor mount that preemptory strike
And pop that blight where it stood.

But I am beside myself
and DIGRESSION is a worthy literary trait.
So fuck off.
I'm telling this story.
so...
why dont you tell it since it happened to you.
No, really, go on.



Finished?

GOOD.

But of sleep, we are a new generation.

Defying our bounds like never before.

After so many yawns and thrice as many blinks
the mind gets bored.

Its usual defense?
Survey says:
SLEEP!

Ding Ding Ding.

wake up.


Far after the body is exhausted
and you lose even the smallest ounce of energy your body possessed
to do those mundane things
that "normies" do to keep their brains
from severing from the spinal cord,
you find,
in the sheer black after you've turned out the lights,
that once frightened you with their brilliance
a new terror takes hold.

YOU CANNOT SLEEP ANYMORE

you will be awake forever with nary a thought in your head...

nothing.

FOR ETERNITY.

And when you cant bear that one repetative thought any longer
And would get up and flush your own head down the toilet,
if only you had the energy,

your mind freezes.
by some instinct your lungs fill
and the ice breaks.

thoughts pour out like the surge of a spring thaw.

You would rather think of the most asanine, outrageous things
you could imagine
than bear the mental silence
ever EVER again.

No wonder such innovation and dementia
runs rampant from the sleep deprived,
near deranged,
psyches of this generation.
Owing our very lives to the splintering of our minds.

INSOMNIA
INSANITY
INNOVATE

Strange how it all links up...

Like the frenzy of a violin solo
Meeting the swell of unified orchestral sound.
Then selling the record to reach out and touch the public
en masse.
To rape their minds.
Like clockwork.

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