if i can’t feel (on a given day) the way i wanted to, the temptation hits, my grip it could slip, i could give it up. but if i can’t feel (on a given day) the way i wanted to, i won’t cheapen myself, i won’t be patronized by lethargy. and it would be nice to answer questions with a capsule, but i don’t deem myself that simple minded. and it would be nice to untie knots with single gestures, but i keep on drawing blood. and it would be nice to think oblivion was a challenge instead of an excuse. you built yourself a socio-cultural trap, launched an attack on your subconscious ruby ridge. if you get what you want you can’t play hamlet to the balcony. the ultimate expression of consumerism - the wholesale commodification of sensation. the ultimate rejection of asceticism - the doors of perception kicked in. the ultimate acceptance of conservatism - a fierce passion subsumed and corrupted. the ultimate bisection of ethicalism - as you imbibe the denial of choice. if i can see straight i can’t lie. let’s put an end to this falsehood, to the conception that this is different. misunderstood and misconstrued, alternative only in vocabulary. you leave the office on a friday, swap one glazed expression for another, for 48 hours in elaborate gilded costumes at the masquerade warehouse.