Pine Mountain to Emerald City (2)

Badlands. They really don't look so bad; plenty of green scrub at least. But at some point someone had to cross this on a wagon, and it probably wasn't wonderful.

You can't really control anything. Someone designed this ride long before we got on. The drops and turns and 360's have been in place for some time now and there's nothing we can do to change them. The only thing I can even think of controlling is my experience of it. And I suppose that's really all that counts. All that exists, maybe.

You're not going to fall out of the wagon. Remember that.

It'll be an adventure.

 

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Shall I go?

all is gone

wretched are the hearts pulsating in my ears

lying are they eyes looking into my face

the symphony is not only frustrating

but out of key

said man walks to the front

said man is the fallen one

said man is celebrated

honored

for nothing more than

lies

it's on now

the final film reel rolling

see sweet the length

25, 920 years long

sliding into the frames to make us famous

no more concern

no more fight

down with no reason

to help you up

oh nation confused

surface people

don't you know that when they are in control

the better it looks

the worse it is truly becoming

Awaken

comparisons/to sacrifice

the essence of a human

water mixed with blood

&

guts

slapped in the skull a brain

the pounding of the heart

as the nerves crouch slightly

at chalkboard fingernails

bone in mouths open wide

preparing to masticate

preparing to assimilate

to introduce something new

into the body

bones wired with veins>br>

so the blood

&

water

can pour into the organs

pulsing in the ear

throbbing in the muscles

as the chewed food digests

&

absorbs

flowing too

providing strength

turn the monitor off

the speakers too

we are done here

let's shut down the CPU

unplug the mouse

&

keyboard

it needs arms no more

nor mouth

nor eyes

nor cooling system

unplug the modem

no need for connection anymore

there's no one to connect to

they've all downloaded themselves

they've left me to live in a virtual world

with virtual friends

&

virtual ideas

virtual rockstars

on virtual dreamscapes

&

reality has been pushed aside

to take the backseat

as in real life they slave and toil

refrigerate themselves at the end of the day

those of us left alone to balance the shift

will

but for unconcerned

brainwashed

idiots

we are never to be honored

our duty is clear

time has proven the reason

these times are giving the call

&

now

we shall answer

Aragon

I can't seem to get this dream I had when I was about 5 years old out of my head
I was moving down the hall of my elementary school
towards the gym
but I noticed I was moving kinda weird
floating...

this dream correlates to another one I has in my teens
but in a different way
I remeber I was trying to punch someone
someone that was trying to cause harm to me
but it was as if I wa underwater

&
then there are the dreams I have had in my 20's
of large robots
lasers firing from their eyes or cannons
&
defeating them with a mirror

then the flying dreams
they felt so real

What is this all about?

ancient words constantly appearing in my head
resurrected in digital realms
interacting with other organic lifeforms through retinas
changing neurochemical activity
forcing me to wonder how they are projected into the now

What force is behind these dreams
these visions
these ideas?

waking from the 1st black
&
white
dream I've ever had
I realize who I have been at least once before
uncanny
or
Is it some form of illusion I am trapped under?
Could this be a joke the ancients are playing on me/us?
something seems wrong here
so underlying wrong that nothing can be done about it

Am I awake now?

Doom

Zim says (10:28 AM):
are you okay?
Molly says (10:28 AM):
Yeah, why?
Zim says (10:28 AM):
you know that feeling I get?
Molly says (10:28 AM):
Impending doom?
Zim says (10:28 AM):
like something really bad is coming?
Molly says (10:28 AM):
yeah
Zim says (10:28 AM):
I got that a few minutes ago
Zim says (10:28 AM):
it's usually right
Zim says (10:29 AM):
I don't know what it could be, but I have it
Molly says (10:29 AM):
Everything's fine here.
Zim says (10:30 AM):
maybe