Unfortunate…

I’ve become a victim of habits.. Cursed by the monotony of my own mundane creation..

Tell me… When you see us… Who do you think we are?

A product of form, habit and function.. If so the future is bleak… And if we were to believe you.. The future is dire…

It means we are lost in never-land… Not never never land because that would be an impossible oxymoron..

But never land.. The land where the cursed exchange free will for the possibility of happenstance… A place where there is no dark… Because there is nothing hidden.. Nothing is of your own…

All that was hidden is willingly given away…

Never land… A place of inexistence.. Where lack of existence is so prevalent it becomes the norm…

A place where there are no victims only numbers.. Numbers go on for ever… They pave the road of never land.. Death in numbers.. Disbursement in numbers…greed by numbers.. Nameless infinite numbers that harbor no feelings just gluttony and hypersexuality(numbers love to reproduce)….

No one leaves never land…

Why would they?

You can die over and over and still feel the same..

Besides you couldn’t escape if you wanted to…

This is of our creation.. The heaven of our hell is the hell of our heaven..

Welcome to never land.. Where each day is as innocuously delightful as the next..

The happiest state of mind you will ever know…because the ending is as the beginning…

And we all know how it will end…

How unfortunate…