Orphantasies (3)

One moment later, I admit, campfire was forbidden, no, sorry, no wood anymore anyway. What´s the difference?
Some say the wind has blown the flames, some say the army has never been out there.

No use making the apocalyptic freshman, though it gets the people some joy, those who believe everything´s going bad and down, on top you get credits for it from the boys.
Will take some time to really tell it to the other side, not to the mob that must ask for permission for every brownie to flush, but the men with the secret numbers.
Oooops, did I say that? I´m surprised! Ask me later what I´ll mean and what I meant now,
Ask me the day they find out about me, about the past that will be future again, ´cause there´s nothing to hide anyway. That´s just a mare to make you sleep trustful.
If you knew the total of the noticable, sucked up all channels, were insider of all, then you are no insider at all, nomore, being forced to watch yourself from the outside by default, when in the same moment you are considering yourself to be inside (of what?)

This is not about making better people, saving anybody´s life, but take your time, consider yourself, forget it again, and press the repeat button.
No, I´m joking.
Somebody sent me, I can´t tell you who, and I´m playing the mains in all movies,
I´m no metaphoric creature, no superficial or deepdown magic maker, no elusive fashion or tradition wanker, because it dosn´t matter and it doesn´t matter.
The shit gets in, so the shit gets out, whatever names we had given it before, right?
No I´m joking.
I´m someone using ´I´ at the beginning of each phrase and I don´t give your dead mom´s last fart for the feedback I get from people who are all dead since ever, believing in free will like my nephew loved santa claus until she got four.
No, I´m joking.
I´m leaving town by short and got no one to wave goodbye or miss me, whatever that is, because I can´t devide heart from fart, sorry about your mother. No, I don´t mean it, she´s dead.
I´m joking,
I, or is anybody taking serious the exaltations of somebody who does not have the slightest social competence, does anybody believe such a person whould have to say anything, besides: there are these usuallly black pieces of code that vanish and transform when the monitor gets switched,
Could anybody get the same something out of it that someone else had meant to put in?
No, I´m joking.
I, can somebody be easily switching off his accessability by willingly mixing content with emotion and at the same time keep this act as a secret in front of himself?
Can any question be too far aside to be taken for existing?
Or is the one who really is into it the real outsider, because he continiously pressed the repeat button too early?
No, I´m joking.
But who the fuck said that: Just that you´re paranoid it doesn´t mean that they´re not out to get you.
Who said it?
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Who cares?

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