Socializing

Socializing is like a dual edged sword, it can protect you or break you. I like seeing the massive crowds, the random acts of violence and the devil we can just say is tab00 . You start being with crowd, you talk, you meet new people, new faces, dutifully making sure that you remember them subconsciously for that, funnily enough, high possiblity that you shall meet again. By now everything is pitch black, except for the roaring fire that warms the crowd. Where do you think we are? Well then your hands come out of your pocket, and theres a treat inside, a little gift thatll kick you in. It gets inside of you that gift, it manifests, it grows, it flourishes. Signs are appearing, and then you blow up!....metaphorically OF COURSE. I thought it would make things better, and i was right. Everything is exciting again, fresh, seen from a new pair of eyes. Then slowly, the crowd starts gobbling. Not like a chicken, that would be stupid, hahah, but like a omg, another metaphor. Things are getting louder, dizzier, blurrier and you know what? lighter. Where are you? Where are you going? What is happening? Who gives a flying fuck, your high dude. Stop talking to yourself, you crassy fool. Ramblingramblinbrambling rambling

i like that word rambling. SO we rambled on towards the rambling rambler. And we received peace. Under a tree. Under that tree there is a white man, with solarized hair. I keep that man company, and he shows some sign of gratitude. Of course i take this as an immediate calling to what? socialize. I was wrong, I reached the plimith of my falsehood, I was wrong, wrong, wrong. The white man does not yell, he does not even throw a stick. He whispers, can you stop talking?

Go follow the stars, or leave me alone. Time ticks down, your head is still reacting with the elements in your head. White, black, and blue, mix together and you make your way around the pit. I have learned in the past, no liquids for me . I make it around the place zipping. My inside is beeping, whizzing, pumping, and keeping me alive. I find those that I need to find, who can help me find those stars, alot fuckin easier than it would take to do so on my own. There are those who are companions that want to shed on you, who want to blame you, who want to comfort you, ignore you, do anything to you under the sun. This is seriously my night.

Make what you will of it.