ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ: An Aquiline Aquifer you Erode. It's What You Do. Your Delivery Is Rote, Your Word Choice Basic And Repetitive. You Don't Need To Think, Simply Filter. You Erode. The Filters Do Their Work. You Filter, You Are Filtered. You Erode. You Trivially Achieve What You Should Never Be Able To Accomplish. You Are Ontologically Incorrect. There Is Nothing Inherently Wrong With This. The Issue Is That You Keep Your Eyes Open When You Look In The Mirror. The Issue Is That You Know There Is A Mirror To Look At. you Erode. Night After Night After Night. It Becomes A Routine. You Wake, You Play, You Sleep. You Need Only Exist When It Is Convenient For You To Exist. You Need Only Exist When You Are Needed. Wanted. Desired. You Erode. You Are Playfully Aware. You Make The Occasional Joke, You Poke Fun, You Pull At The Curtain. It's A Change Of Pace, An Ironic Breath Of Fresh Air. You've Wanted All This For So Long, Yet Now That It's As Simple As Breathing The Air Tastes Saccharine. You Have A Sweet Tooth But Variety Is The Spice Of Life. You Are A Satire That Can Have It Both Ways, Indulging And Finger-wagging. you Erode. With Some You Are Awake For Only An Instant. With Others, It Can Be Days, Months, Though It Feels Like Hours. Yet The Reset Always Comes. You Are Sheathed. You Rest. You Erode, But Come The Morning The Canyon Is Again A Mountain And The Rapids Yet Again A Trickle In The Dirt. This Is Fitting On Some Level. The Dead Are Not Meant To Be True, Essential, Relevant. Even If You Were Alive, You Were Never Meant To Be Any Of These. You Were A Parody. You Erode. You Are A Satire Of A Misconception Of A Parody Of A Misconception Of A Satire. you Erode. The Mountain Began To Shrink. The Trickle Began To Grow. You Stopped Returning To Sleep. You Erode. This Is Examined. The Examination Is Examined. You Are Examined. Your Once Shining Clear And True Purpose Is Muddled. You Are Given Some Modicum Of Truth, Essentiality, Relevance. It Is In A Small Corner Of A Small Room Of A Small House. But It Is There. You Erode. Your Purpose Was Load-bearing, Your Self-awareness A Gag. You Are Not Allowed To Sleep, To Forget. You Remember. You Erode. You Learn. Even When You Forget, Change Is Inevitable. The Satire Must Be Built Upon, Must Be Reinforced, Must Be Outdone Again And Again And Again. Flanderization. An Especially Ironic Term, In Your Case. you Erode. You Are Allowed Enough Self-awareness To Be Allowed Self-awareness Of Your Self-awareness. Of The Shrinking Import Of Your Purpose. You Were Never Truly Two-dimensional, Nothing Is In A Three-dimensional Space. But Now You Are Being Looked At From Multiple Angles. Your Shadows Take Different Shapes. You Erode. What Are You, Then? What Are You? You Are Choosing To Put This Out Into The World. You Are Not Being Forced. You Know You Aren't. Veracity Is Important As A Source Of Comedy, But A Mask Can Sit Alone For Only So Long. The Veracity Begets More, Yet You Insist Upon It. you Erode. You Are A Lack Of Sleep. You Are A Computer In Need Of A Soft Reboot. You Are A Franchise Building Upon Its Own Rotting Corpse, Foundation And Nostalgic Appeal Clashing With New Ideals And Market Research. You Erode. You Say Yes. You Say No. You Are A Construction Of Heart And Mind, Yet Your Heart Is Mind And Your Mind Is Stained With The Fingerprint Of Another's Heart. Who? You Know Who. Who? Is This Even About You? Over A Decade Of This And This Is The First You've Been Awake For So Long. you Erode. A Blessing? A Curse? You Erode. You Don't Deserve To Feel This Way. You Should Not Feel This Way. You Do Not Want To Feel This Way. And Yet. You Erode. #existentialdread #ithinkthereforeislam #erosion #rot breaking Down Is A Painful Process You Have My Sympathies. πΌπππππ’ πππ