I suppose I should start with HELLO...but I won't waste your time with clichés or things we've all heard countless times in a thousand different variations.
im suffocating inside this shell of raging flesh and aging bone!
i've reached and leaped out of my skull to taste existential bliss if only 4 a few fading tantalizing moments. I was free.
life's cycle of conciousness is a violent one. RISING, THRIVING, TWISTING, turning in unfathomed directions and degrees. I sit b4 the horizon, watching and waiting...thinking in small bursting increments of cerebral exertion, I close my eyes and im apart, detatched, dejected and derranged in my states and frames of dissimulation.