Sunday, May 25, 2008

five: inside the box

greetings;

peoples minds are corners...
in a room..
with no doors... or windows; but there are ventilation openings. many ventilation openings that are horizontal slits that line up vertically on top of each other going all the way to the ceiling.
Its a very high ceiling, and its a very small squared room, its not rectangular, or circled (damn... it cant be circled at all... then there will be no corners)
and its walls are faded beige with patches of reddish brown on the corners like some ones been sitting there for a long time...
the corners are where all the thoughts are you see, and there are shelves on the walls piled with junk.

Anyway... so the ventilation openings lead onto other places; and sometimes they get blocked. by what? i dont know, but when they get blocked the mind gets very tame, and slow and limp (not that these word are synonyms but thats what happens)
Things that open up the ventilation include solitude, sleep and drugs... and many other things that are too ambiguous to list at the moment.

Many people are not aware of the content of the room, because they hang around the center of it, no knowing that everything is actually either stuck on the wall or piled in a corner... you cant actually reach anything from the center; youll just stand there thinking that youre in control that way but youre not.
i think corners just frighten many people... and many people dont know whats growing on their shelves. but there always is. i guess drugs and sleep and solitude push people into the corners...

i personally send lots of time in the corners... i dont know which of those three is the cause though.

So long;

-Blood.Junkie

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