It's Just a Game - Copyright © 2009 Rachael Harvey -

Am I making sense now?! Am I?! The spitting, and hitting and hitting and hitting.
No no, we need to navigate to this corner of the system.
*bugs scram from one hemisphere to the other.
Shut the HELL up!
Oh, but we specialize in draining your mind. And, well kid, we'll patch that realization up nice and tight and send you on your way again. We can't have thoughts and..
—What!? Back into the fucking RAT RACE?!
*children chiming "rat race, rat race, rat race, rat race"
—pie hits face.
"Get down there and squeeeeeeal like a fucking, FUCKING pig!"

Ohhh, to crawl back into the warm flesh of my mother's womb.
Feed me mum, give me the maceration of your food.
Cradle me mum, I want to sway in the darkness of your belly once again..

And that's how it really looks, all you unknowing ones, what ever makes you think you're insane? Chakras, vibrations, relativity, insight to something others don't see, or simply just pass on..there, always has been, always will.

Its all flippsy, flippsy, gypsy skies from here. Attention span splitting in two, three, four, five? How many different people am i going to make up inside my head to justify what im learning, AND IT'S JUST ME IN THE GOD DAMN END THE WHOLE TIME! All heads pulling apart and the fucking anxiety is kicking in. Too much to catch my eye and travel down the thread within the depths of information and my circuits spaz. Seeing every inch and layer of the living, bodies, objects, buildings, cars, sidewalks and the underlying meaning hidden beneath it so far that the average person who is not "psychotic" enough to notice, just simply will not. SIMPLY SIMPLY SIMPLY. Signals racing, reaching every god damn bone in my body shaking, falling down and rolling over every conscious thought, caressing the inevitability of life itself, and this is living?! THIS IS LIVING?! Fuck, what a witty little ride this has turned out to be, eh? But, I wink back at it, rolling the dice put in my hand to make, see, live the next turn of The Game. And thats all it takes, mirror the face that the world--the part you feel that sorrow emotion for, and make the same face back at it.

Give me all your passion and hope, give to me all your love and sex, let me suck you dry so I can take it back to the drawing board to use for my own expression. It's just a game... Right?