"Where again are we? Ain't you tired of all this."     The view was familiar. He knew what twas. He had been there before. He wouldn't want to act as though he couldn't think or couldn't arrive at a sane judgement. That would rather be belittling. He didn't want an odd thing to have a start with him. He would try to scribble the implication of where he was on the platter of his memory. That should help him. It did seem as though he had sucked that imagery before. He did need to puke at that moment. If he wouldn't do that, he wouldn't be able to figure out where he was. He looked. He wasn't sure if he was seeing. He didn't even know if his eyes were open. It did seem as though a mist had made mess of his sight. He didn't even know what to put up with. He wasn't trying to play around the whole thing. He did only want to be sure. Everyone would want to do that. No one would ever want to be pawned. He hated having that feelings. He w

       "Stand up from me now."     He wanted to say more than that. He was raged and he could feel his eyes bulging. He could feel his rage swelling. He could feel his heart's palpitations draped in crazed velocity. He didn't want to ignore all the attributes. He was more than sure that he was going to split. He was very sure that he wouldn't be able to take it anymore. He did know what he did want and that was what he would go for. He would never make a puppet of himself. He would never be what he wouldn't be able to control. He wouldn't ever be what would be outta his own grasp. He would maintain the odds and rages he was already familiar with. Those were the only things which did seem as the best hoe for him. He did know that he wouldn't be able to put up with several other things ever. He did know that he wouldn't be able to understand several other things ever. He was more than sure about that. He was taking his time and was

        "Stand by me and I by you."    A part of him was glad and the other was numb. He didn't know what feeling that was. It did seem as though he was some specimen and had been made to be dueled over by some two arms. He wasn't so sure about it. He wanted to be. He wanted to make meaning of it. That was all that did seem best. Other things didn't seem to be what it was. Twas more than great. He could feel it. He couldn't be sure if he was actually telling himself a lie or was putting up with the truth. He wasn't even so sure what the truth was. He did wish that he would be able to figure out. He did wish for that the millions of things. He had no idea which one would have the best part of him. He did have no idea which would be the best pull of the whole fate. He was trying to sieve. That was also one of the towering feelings he could never toss aside. He did know that no matter he did want to go things wouldn't be what they were. H