14 January 2013
Are we all the same? An enigma that filters itself around the world is individuality. Are we unique? Can we ever be unique? "I swear by God, and bide by law..." does this sentence still have meaning? All these questions fill my mind, I feel inadequate to answer them. My room feels smaller. Are these thoughts making me paranoid? No, it's these questions; constantly overflowing and drowning my mind. Jesus Christ I'm mundane. Sitting up on my puffy bed I decide to go to the kitchen, hunger seems to have swept its way over my body and thankfully my mind, forcing these questions out.
Bread.
Lettuce.
Tomato.
Bacon.
There, a sand which. Why are the called "sand which"..."sand" "which" respecting these words in my head I notice I no longer have a sandwhich, “Were the fuck did that go?!” looking around I start to taste a salty smoke in my mouth. Bacon? Did I eat my sandwhich without my own realisation? Weird.
Felc And Dandel • Opuss № I