Blind

I think too much about everything.  It is my gift And my curse.  It's where I go to and come from.  It's how's I live, it's where I'll die.  It's neither here, nor there...but everywhere.

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My deadened mind.
Feed this beast that lay inside.

I am in no clique. No Thank You...I'd rather starve under the desert sun...than give thanks to a thankless group of moaning mopers that merely exist to feed and breed....
What a pity...what a waste...

Feed Me More...
I want your Real ideas...I want your Sincere thoughts...
Crumble up your disguises...
Burn, Slash...Crush...Destroy...
Scatter the Mindless Herds that have blanketed Heaven
A L L ow  M E
To free your Minds

Escape to a paradise...
Free from judgement, free from punishment

Think of me as a roaming Rorschach. 
One in which draws others out from a darkened blindness...I do my best work, when left to think undisturbed.

Feel my Thought, Speak with my Voice...

Live, the path I am walking on...with 

Mercy

Compassion

and 

Understanding

That Road is all of Ours