I forgot about a standing issue with limitations. Rules and opinions that some how try to candy coat a larger issue of uselessness. The path of conditioned responses has since dressed itself in drag without a shave. Painted in hands that let mouths speak of themselves as patriots of sound judgement in time that needs action. I ask to be on the bench in this team endevor. My back is sore from carrying this load of neck talking. Let's turn the page of this comic book reality and get grounded. He said she said now rub my lamp and you will get a suprise. Yeah that's the ticket. Which side are you going to as the eyes of drunk geese peer into the vibrational color you just happen to be at the moment? Inside time is where you can loose yourself in perception. A rabbit hole of powder created a multimedia montage morgue for our minds. Confining the cry of our primal crake. These too are thoughts that pierce my photo induced transparent metaphor life. I almost forgot to breathe in the air so thick with fear my day turned orange. Internalize the mystery. Don't look, touch. This is why I need a pill from the white coats. This means I am out of time. Where are the UFO's to save us like they did so long ago?