The more people that I interact with the more I feel separated. The more I converse with others the more alien I feel. Obviously it must be me because I couldn't picture others feeling the same way that I do. I mean on the surface everything seems copacetic. We both agree the sky is blue and the grass is green... blah blah blah. Fuck the sky and fuck the grass, I need to know what level you're on. If we are not on the same level it's like talking to a mannequin. A painted on smile, limbs fixated in a popular pose, empty painted on eyes, completely soulless, clothed or maybe not, doesn't matter either way. This individual has drank the kool-aid and has checked out of humanity. If you are not well versed in consumerism good luck carrying on a conversation. I don't think I am better than anyone, I just think on a different level than most. Not a HIGHER level, just a different one. I personally may or may not believe that I think on a higher level but, that is neither here nor there (I do). Shit for all I now the mannequin is where it is at (no it's not). Shit, where was I going with this? Straight to left field right over the green monster. Ultimately I guess I'm saying that it can at times feel lonely when navigating through life among a sea of mannequins.....
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