Mind Nomad Writing

I am a mind nomad, wandering within the landscape of my creation.

each one enters as a leech, a parasitic passenger clinging desperately to a host. 

give. 

nourish. 

supply. 

attend. 

these are the demands which are quickly pacified by that numbing flood. an intake of perfectly organized chemicals, triggering a calming tide. this is how we have come to endure. this archaic ritual of survival. 

give. 

nourish. 

supply. 

attend. 

tradition and our forerunners have silently handed down these time-tested strategies. and praise be to the almighty genetic carousel. we may be perpetuating the cancer but look at what a beautiful variety we have engineered! the work of our hands and experience on display for all to see; like the bright flashing neon bulbs of the red light district, we’ve crafted the perfect allure to charm and entice the sojourner, to draw in the lost and disillusioned. 

all we look for is safety and permanency. it’s a half-dazed, bloodshot, cocaine race for any semblance of harbor. with hive minds and empty cavernous hearts we continue on our way. 

give. 

nourish. 

supply. 

attend. 

in desolate and sterile factories we have taken matters into our own hands. fabricate pleasure, fabricate connection, fabricate progress, but at the very least fabricate control and fabricate predictability. 

every step will be measured and every word will be scripted. follow the parameters and read from the teleprompter. this barren and level landscape was designed by our stoic reply to every emotion. we have guaranteed sure-footing and safe travels within these walls. 

give. 

nourish. 

supply. 

attend. 

in crowded, plague-filled slums we release the burden of responsibility. pursue freedom, pursue the fleeting fix, pursue individual glory, pursue open-ended transactions but at the very least pursue release and pursue escape. 

the urgency eats at our insides and creates unending motion. we move for the sake of proving we are alive, all the while crashing violently together in moments of exuberant passion and seething hate. sparks fly, fires rage, our city burns, and we preserve the frenetic pace, we preserve our sleepless pursuit of the next answer, desperate for the rush to finally outrun our tolerance. 

give. 

nourish. 

supply. 

attend. 

always speaking and never communicating. always hearing and never listening. always seeing and never observing. always feeling and never perceiving. always thinking and never analyzing. this is our inheritance. this is our legacy. this is our future and our end. 

give. 

nourish. 

supply. 

attend. 

cease to exist.

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