Rants from the Uninspired Mind

Spiraling on the edge of insanity, repeating dirty syllables thrice in order to make them stick. Standing by my convictions, circumventing your batman logic, rebuttals arranged like pawns, so you can take your pick. Categorical errors and flawed attempts to rest on the laurels of common sense, misinformed intuitions only serving to reinforce your bubble of incompetence. Try as I might I’m incapable of breaking through premise upon premise stacked like Jenga blocks. Serving only to fall face first down a flight of stairs unprotected by child safety locks. The topic is moot, my patience dwindles; receding hair lines, arachnaphobic spindles of interwoven non-sequitors, transient vestige of clarity overrun by delusion constructed in your mind, charity, to spare you the nihilistic nothings whispering in your ear from your non-existent muse. Though you choose to listen, a siren song dragging you beneath layer upon layer of nonsense appealing to your fear of death. I empathize. The darkness is an empty place, but sooner or later your eyes adjust.