Do they keep vibrating, like a pond surface shattered by water droplet?
Can we ever escape eating this figurative potato chip right now?
Or will it all come crashing down onto the figurative scale that is ever increasing...
Me. I want it; what happens later happens later. I want it now.
Come. You can have it. I know what happens later. You know it not.
This isn't me. What have I become? Fix me. I want to be fixed.
You broke it. You decided in every instance of your present to break yourself. Fully.
No, no. This is a terrible dream. I need to find a needle.
You are the dream factory. Sleeping in your wakefulness, tempted, drawn, conquered.
I'm not this way. I'm better than this. We are better than this. Farce.
Come. You can't have it. You can't have what you need. Destroy yourself.
... Living in the present is for __________
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