By: Omniscient, aka Thomas Kolodziejski Copyright 2001

A strange dream it was, it left me puzzled. Roller skates with shoe laces that laced and tied themselves up. A wheelchair that has levitation powers, for flying onto curbs, or over fences. Flying a remote control airplane, only to see it crash and kill the pilot in a magnificent blaze. Finding myself playing a video game, I controlled it from the outside, and I was the player inside the game as well. It makes me wonder, what is real and what isn't real. Maybe, I am dreaming now, as I type this. Perhaps what I think I am dreaming, is reality. Maybe this world, where shoes tie themselves and wheelchairs fly, is the world I actually live in. I knew they would. The malevolent power has been watching me for days. Now they're on to what I am doing. I better run. I can't run fast enough, through the densely layered forest of desperation, and isolation. I can't see through the fog of procrastination. I can't function without the resources that have been plagued by redundancy. This is what is left. The final, if not the first question. Where do we go from where we never knew we started? Conceived I was into misunderstanding, conceived I was into a program where I must defeat, and enjoy my demise as the game comes to a victorious stagnation. Conceived I was at the bottom of the stairs, the stairs I must climb to reach victory. If you're not property, what are you? If you're not a fraction in the systematic program, what then are you? If you're not compelled to run the race, not knowing why you're running, or what your goal is, what are you? If you're not a part of the cycle, you're nothing. You don't mean it when you contemplate forfeiting, you're only misdirected by your independence. Shhh, they may hear your thoughts, independent thoughts are a dangerous thing here. They don't want you to think, unless you're thinking what they told you to think. Where am I on the timeline? Where are you when you realized it was a fabrication in the mind? I haven't the patience for time, I must defy it and eradicate the code, the structured code that is impossible to break, but plausible to defy and eradicate. How then, will we break this code? Left in a subterranean, malignant world of hopelessness. A frozen desert of pain and despair. It's soon, they will come. I don't know who they are, but I know they're coming. I know their invidious ambitions. I want to break out of this, It's not the same as I wanted it to be. I seen books, with no words in them, I seen scholars without a word to say. They've stole from us knowledge, we're doomed to be lame and dumb. We're doomed to be ignorant, even to our own ignorance. We're obliged to stop, before we've even begun. He was a good friend of mine. I loved him like a brother. We were driving that night, faster than usual. It was rainy and depressing. But the controller of the device was in another world, the poison he consumed altered and reduced his mind to an infantile state. He didn't have a seat belt for the passenger, he didn't care that while everyone frowned, a smile on his face. We came near a curving right turn on the beltway, I could see the guard rail from a distance, behind the guard rail was another lane of traffic, heading somewhere else. He kept on. He didn't care that the road was changing, you could see it in his eyes. I sat there, lethargic, unable to move or question his decision to keep driving straight toward the rail, he sat there immobile as well, he predicted what was going to happen. He looked at me, the passenger he did, the one I loved, and gave me a look, I read what the look meant, he way saying good bye. A sudden jolt, we crashed, his eyes stayed on me as he flew through the windshield. I felt myself screaming, but my mouth didn't move, my face, my body, stagnate. I seen him, driving, with nothing on his expression as well, he looked content. I seen the passenger, the one I loved, fly through the windshield, blood spiting the glass, into the other lanes of traffic. He fell in the lane, and laid there motionless. A moment later my sanity was gone. I seen a fast tire crush the head of the one I loved. His head exploded with blood and brains, like a water balloon dropping from your hands and the water being shattered about. Hey, I think it's time to wake up. Hey, I think it's time to wake up and read something and laugh maniacally at it until tears of lost souls come forth from our eyes as we bleed profusively from our ears. It doesn't matter, anyway, our brains are products as much as our souls, or our thoughts. Deception, I tell you, it wasn't real before, why is it real now? Get away from me. You haven't the answer I am looking for, you're nearly a product of neglect, neglect by the malevolent system that controls you and contemptuously forgets your needs as a prisoner. You're not dead, but I bet you wish you were. You will when you find out the truth.

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