with
tell-tell people we ask by emphases, “Who fashioned you?” science wants to know
what happened where did it start? they interview us or set a rubric to our
sanity while codifying our lives. we affect each other. we catapult ideas.
where many are better than others: they fit into its lie they seem unconscious
of actions, they are not whelmed like others. consequences are illusions or
essence means so little or they loathed their very breath. (something happens
in America. it springs from societal mandates. while most people question if
they fit the equation.) it is pain to ostracize self. it gets too lonely. most
people need someone—as saying supportive maxims or reassuring self-worth or
structuring psychogenetics. despite pathologies, one needs to feel loved, in
spite of destroying, by sabotage, each fragile relationship. (a person loves
another person. that person doesn’t know how to love. the remnant given becomes
the suffering remnant—while the receiver doesn’t know how to love either. they
do something addictive they harness it where it feels like such sweet illusion.
indeed, they live promiscuity they hold on to congestion while too much
evidence means switching partners.) people like to know. one has a hankering. they
ask questions like, “When do you first remember having those thoughts?” our society is unveiled the morosity is in
the winds such melancholy sweeps our nation.
atop everything we must be perfect.
such fragile creatures forced into strengths while attempting to keep
our countenance light. surrounded by doctors. a bit defensive. while simple
dialogue determines our errors. so, many run even state to state, if but to
outrun their indelicacies. they pour out. they become raw. (a man once told me,
“It’s not that serious!”) we wonder about that, where life is unexamined, while
everything is at face value. academia is frantic. the signs are rioting. such
minds are transfixed.
