>>59220 (OP)
banished to hell or elsewhere all I know is what I see and all that is veritable to me is what I can see it's a hazy white but isn't hell meant to be read that's how it's depicted in all different kinds of media but I did not go to hell I've always been here so that's not even a possibility I could rule but then why does it feel like so and why do I feel like so go to hell stay in heaven leave for the afternoon then return like a vigilant man would all on my lonesome I walk back and forth in a corridor for no apparent reason other then the comfort it provides the wood is shabby my first thought would be termites but thats to scary to fathom so my mind moves to another possibility all on my lonesome I stop walking down corridors because I don't want to anhnkre I just want to stay in bed where it's comfeetavle physically but that's the only salvation i have because the bed does not tend to the mind id like to visit a nice place like this with you sometime I really like how these kinds of places do the Interior design I met a sycophant today and I hated him I hated him I hated him but don't worry I love you you are not a sycophant and you do not speak in hackneyed ways actually this affection stems from far more then congenial meanings but I can't even imagine myself going out and doing anything how pathetic is that I think I'll go for a nice walk but I can't do even that mymind is set asunder and I wonder where have the old daysgone and where do the new days begin I seriously took up that question to someone higher then meand j got chewed out for my ignorance