mind, body, soul....

   
   
   
    when the shift isn't shifting, one's pouring brown liquid; one's soul and one's body hold different positions    
   
   one's body has a wishlist; one's soul wants to split this, ongoing carousell ride of wants and needs....    
   
 society projects, subjects, and torments....    
   
 one's soul wants an "out of body" experience that's "permanent".... my soul fucking hates it here....    
   
   
  this isn't for me; I'm just biding my time.... just getting more distant the longer i "survive...."