Conspiratorial Aneurysm

They never tell you the links, the puzzles never are explained in full. Circles can never be connected, they all look like empty canvases without an artist to press. The brush with death was surely with a price to pay. They sit on the TV and blast their rhetorical questionnaire into your eye sockets. Hoping that you’ll never ask what it all means, or what you can do about it. They appreciated your barely literate responses, dumbing you down with misleading pronunciations. They pushed you out before it was enough, cashing in on the mood rather than the authenticity. A box filled with goodies, but it turns into a moratorium of dead litany. Where was the devotion, the compassionate folder wasn’t in the room as of yet.

Creator And Contributor- Chris Ballenger

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