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Originally Posted by recluse
I'm just thinking about things said about me on this thread. Wondering why it bothers me. The mask has become more real than the man who wears it, apparently. I can't speak my mind seriously, I can't find the flow of my thoughts worrying about what others may think. The laughter eases the pressure but the rage remains. I just don't know...
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Yeah, that happens. You just ramp it up until the screaming becomes the walls between the inner worlds and personalities and the outer imagination, and eventually becomes the dull roar of white noise that lets them and us all live through the day and sleep through the night.
Or that's what Pshrynk, Doctor Montsnmags and Adrian tell me, between injections. Can I get you a drink?
Cheers,
Marc, The Barman (feeling
"the warm thrill of confusion; that space cadet glow")