WHEN YOU ZONE OUT FOR A MINUTE AND THEN THE WIND KEEPS BLOWING AND YOU THINK MAN HOW HIGH CAN I REALLY GET. YOU WERE KICKED BY A TALL MAN WHO LOOKS LIKE YOUR FATHER IF YOUR FATHER WERE A YELLOW GIANT. A BIG TALL YELLOW MAN WITH A FOOT LIKE A PENDULUM AND HE LIFTS UP SWINGS DOWN AND UP YOU GO, HIGHER AND HIGHER UNTIL THE ONLY THING YOU SEE IS UP, UP, UP TOWARDS THE SUN AND THE SKY. IT IS A BIG BLUE AND YELLOW AND ORANGE MASS, A PUDDING OF THE AIR THAT MAKES YOU MELT. WHEN SHOULD YOU START TO FALL? YOU ARE WEIGHTLESS YOU PIECE OF SHIT. YOU CANT FALL YOU CAN ONLY RISE. AT ONCE YOU CONVERGE WITH YOUR FEAR. YOU ARE AFRAID OF FALLING BUT YOU ARE EVEN MORE AFRAID OF NOT FALLING. YOU HAVE EXCEEDED 160 CHARACTERS. CONTENT IS GONE. GRAVITY IS GONE AND IT WONT COME BACK, NOT FOR YOU. THERE IS ONLY NOISE AND YOU FUCKING HATE NOISE. NOISE IS FEAR. YOUR FATHER MAKES NOISE FROM THE GROUND, HE IS SCREAMING AS YOU APPROACH THE SKY AND YOU WONDER WHAT YOU DID WRONG? YOU WERE ALREADY WRONG. YOU DID NOTHING. YOU ARE NOTHING. YOU HAVE LOST YOUR MATTER AND YOU CANT REMEMBER WHAT IT FELT LIKE. WHO IS EVEN THINKING? I AM YOUR THOUGHTS. I AM WRITING DOWN THE SPACES OF YOUR FEAR, IT IS BLACK AND WHITE AND HIGH CONTRAST. THERE WILL NEVER BE ANYTHING BUT THESE LETTERS. GIVE UP ON YOUR HOLIDAY AND YOUR VACATION BECAUSE YOURE HERE TO STAY BABY. THIS IS YOUR HOME, A HOME IN THE SKY WHERE NOTHING IS NOT SUFFERING AND THERE IS NO TEMPERATURE. IT IS VERY WEIRD. YOU ARE SO TIRED OF THIS AND YOU THINK, MAN THIS IS THE PITS. GRAVE PITS. YOU ARE DEAD AND THERE IS ALL THE WIND IN THE WORLD BENEATH YOU. ALL THE WIND THERE IS - A BIG SMIRKING VACUUM. BUT THERE IS ANOTHER. SOMEONE YOU LOVE. THEY ARE HERE TOO, BUT YOU CANT BELIEVE IT. YOU ARE WITH THE WOMAN YOU LOVE AND SHE IS HOLDING ON TIGHT. AND SUDDENLY YOU FEEL THE GROUND AGAIN. YOU FELL. A LONG WAY DOWN TO SAY THE LEAST. YOUR FATHER IS STILL THERE AND HE IS SWINGING BACK AROUND TO MEET YOU, MOUTH OPEN. WORDS COME OUT. I AM THIRD. YOU WISH YOU DIDNT HAVE TO DO THIS ALL OVER AGAIN BUT MAYBE THIS TIME IT WILL BE BETTER. OR AT LEAST A LITTLE BIT QUICKER. THEN NOISE AGAIN. LOUD ASS FUCKING NOISE. YOU KISS YOUR WOMAN AND SHE SMILES AT YOU.
