Empire Of The Senseless

No. This time I shall not ask any questions. Ask yourself. I’m exhausted. I’ve been inside of myself all morning. Go inside for yourself if you dare my dear. No! Don’t you dare try to make any sense of this shit. Just go! ‘Hey, I’ve got an idea. Let's skate! Lets make something spectacular of this shitty city. Ha! In my dreams I know. Y’all already comfortable, stuck up in the matrix. Am I close? No! I said no more questions. I meant it. I couldn’t give a fuck how you’re answering. It’s the best form of entertainment if you ask me, this horrifying show we’re putting on. Really, this is it? All our creative energy combined came up with this shit? What a damn shame! You’re wasting your precious skin. I listen to you move your lips around things you wish you wouldn’t have to say, as they slide over your tongue. But you keep talking, because I’m listening; this is an intoxicating sensation to you. All the while, my interpretation of you is missed. You speak a language that I not only don’t understand, but also