The Last of Grinoldy

They Ran Me a Real One

  They ran me a real one. They've been creating paths (physical) for me to go down that have an end (a physical end to the path) and instead of a door there are bricks. I've found those around me who have instead been a part of a concerted effort to conspire against me and all of free thought. The purposes of such large scale operations to reciprocate input and the derangement of individuals is not yet known to me, perhaps it is an effort to remove belief in God, an effort to break down members of a group, to disintegrate bonds to form the individualistic blob future. I can't write anymore, they've been inducing mental blocks.


Modernity Throughts