Bohemian Deep Thinking

Is this permanent existance? Or is it a thought created in one's mind? Entombed in a transformation of inclined land Unable to leave the conscious understanding of realism.

Percieve your surroundings Gaze into the atmosphere and view, I'm presently a lower class child, I require no good wishes, For I enter swiftly and exit thus, Minuscule elevation, minuscule quiet, In any direction air gusts, I don't care about the circumstance personally, personally.

Mother. I just murdered a guy pressed a glock aside his cranium depressed the firing mechanism and he's currently deceased. Mother. My existence was in early stages. However, due to current events, I've proceeded to toss the majority of it aside. Motherrrrrrrr Oooooooooo I did not intend to cause distress, In the even I fail to return on the morrow at this hour, Proceed, proceed, as if everything is futile.

The hour is past, the hour is come, Nervous twitches roll down the back, My being hurts with every minute Farewell, all people, I have pressing matters I must forgo all of you, and embrace the facts.

Motherrrrrrr Oooooooooo I wish not to become deceased, On occasion I consider never having been conceived.

I see the shadow of a short gentleman Short Skirmisher, Short Skirmisher, Shall we partake of lively dance? Cataclysmic sky noise and bolts of electricity, extremely terrifying for myself Galileo Galileo Galileo Figaro Illustriouuuuuuus

I'm currently a lower class no one cares for me deeply (He's currently a lower class child from a lower class family Release him from the ruin of this terrible circumstance.) Simply went, Simply left, will you allow me passage from thence? Bismillah! Never, we will not allow you passage from thence (Release him!) Bismillah! Never, we will not allow you passage from thence (Release him!) Never, we will not allow you passage from thence (Release him!) Never, never allow you passage from thence Never allow me passage from thence Never, Never, Never, Never, Never, Never, Never Oh dearest mother, dearest mother leave me hence, The God of Ekron has made ready a Satan personally for myself, For myself, For myseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelf

You are convinced you can drug me then eject saliva into my face? You are convinced you can care emotionally for me and leave me for the wolves? Oh child, I beg you desist from this child, I have to abscond, I have to abscond from this place.

Reality is meaningless. Everyone is capable of this vision. Reality is meaningless Reality is meaningless for myself.

In any direction the air travels.