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Complete Sanity

Complete Sanity
In a group insanity is at its most heightened form. One cannot be insane if one is the only person to judge. Reality is so flimsy that at the slight of hand one can easily change one’s surroundings. None of us are cookie cutter, and none of us can fit through exact molds of sanity. We all carry a small bit of insanity in us whether we like to admit that or not. Hardly any of us will greet our insanity by the hand or in conjured hallucinations. But yet again what is insane. If I am over here talking to what my mind has come up with, than I am completely sane in my own reality. Fuck your reality, mine is the only one that I can see.
One day, when I have no senses to rely on and I’m old and prone. Feed me bits of your reality. I want to taste everyone’s insanity. To feel you and your universe, and to understand where you come from. Until then fuck off.


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