Oh my goodness... crazier... and crazier... and crazier. They are celebrating it. They are singing and dancing in it. I expect it to be bottled and sold as body lotion for the palpably challenged. They are walking... riding... bobbing and weaving baskets in the occupational therapy department of this open-air mental institution called... Planet Earth. They are all headed for the denouement of their karmic epiphany singing in four-part... inharmonic cacophony.
As I become more and more sane, due to the erasure of every other mindset, besides a simple reflection of the all-sustaining conscious sunlight of which I (and you) are composed...it looks like I am watching a cartoon of people performing self-abuse in the public square, now replacing the buskers and panhandlers who were formerly there. They've all been sent to reeducation centers for having offended the primary offenders.
The screws are twisting and flattening the grooves that used to hold their make-believe reality together. Things are falling apart; outside... yes, but... more importantly on the inside... things are falling apart inside. It's a great big space in there. You can get lost in it. People do... people lose themselves there all the time, but never so en masse as what we now see. They are packing themselves into dense regiments of programmed lunacy... and... hand in hand... leaping into The Abyss.
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