Alcomvick

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Look at it.

The movement of the mirage readily in front of you’re naked eye. With no touch, no taste, but only encompassing restriction to the mind. We extend our hands to it, eagerly in anticipation for the next morsel of bullshit we can’t hardly wait to cram down our hankering throats.

Feel it. 

The sick desperation for fulfillment, operating across the clock to keep you under the spell of it all, gives you no time to learn it’s tricks. The unlimited supply of fear fuels the parts necessary to keep this act together. In many ways it keeps the life you know held together in piece.

But it’s all a lie.

Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain

You can’t just ignore it. Feel it. Fight it. Fuck it. Love it. You’ve announced it’s actuality and now something must be done. Let the fear come in if it wants to. You don’t need to fear death. Life deals you the inevitable hand it does and there’s nothing physically you can do about it. Take the lemons as they’re thrown at you. You don’t know pain. You only know the fear of pain you have never experienced. And what frightens you the most; is the thought that under this thin layer of what we experience as reality, might be something lurking so in fact different from anything we could possibly imagine. What is seen here cannot be unseen. 

Look at it.

It’s looking back.