And The Idea Is Random

Until late last night. My head melts. Your eyes burn. Can't think straight. I guilt trip over you over minor offences. What use are these? I'd reconsider but I've already been changing my mind. Does anyone ever mean what they say?

The future or what's left of it. Stars, galaxies, constellations. Watching the atoms burn from the inside out. A spontaneous combustion of pure thought. Direct freedom from within chained from the outside looking in. Don't worry, we're not going nuclear here. Isn't nice to feel something? Isn't nice that we're all human after all?

Where are you? What state is this? I'm looking at the paranoiac's panorama.....it's really interesting. Please come inside, don't feel ashamed to take your shoes off. That way you get more comfy as time goes by.