We don't believe what's on tv because we are stressed out in this fairly local town full of glowing eyes and trapdoors. If only someone hadn't stolen my car radio, I wouldn't have found myself in this forest on the run and go escaping the pantaloon. Passing by all these trees and endless isles of flightless birds. My mind becomes semi automatic so I polarize to a happier state. Though I doubt it will be at truce for long I continue my journey until I find a taxi cab. A car, a touch, a death I contemplate in my head, I believe I'll take the car. The driver was a bit odd so I tried not to let me implicit demand for proof get in the way. He did not know how to stay in his lane boy, it was quite a crazy ride. So I got out and began a March to the sea, it was a clear image now, I needed some sleep. Sleep is a scary thing I often find I get taken by sleep to a state of doubt. Lost in my train of thought I feel like I'm being watched through a screen. A migraine develops as a navagate my way through my thoughts I must fake you out and continue on.
