oh, marty

I think people are funny. You never know what you are going to get. because when you think you know, something really strange happens.

like when my friend Marty turned into a sea lion.

don't get me wrong, i like sea lions. but where did Marty go?
now he just makes funny noises and plays with big balloon balls in the water.

come back Marty. come back.

progressive deterioration

Destructively flourish in the silence that surrounds this madness. grapple with my own validity with thought of something beyond my control. So I count whats right in front of me. And focus on the system I've created. The precise arrangement gives me power. False power. I bow though when everyone claps. Ive played my part. But those times, I could picture myself melting into a thin layer of nothing in front of the crowd. My disguise finally off. But instead of the overflow of emotive reality, my response goes to the ones around me, until I can flee inside austere practices. and then i do disappear