Head Exploding Paranoid Jekyll (Thoughts while hearing Terrible Canyons of Static)

Intertwined, carnival going.
As we passed through the various kiosks,
bumping, sliding and violently evading all of the passers by,
I couldn't help but feel this presence all around us,
silent, smooth and insane like was this sound
that I alone could hear ringing and holding in the air
like the stale stench of mildew in an unfinished basement.

Would some kind of deus ex machina speed through
the walls, slime and the stench of conscience spread out
against the sky, and we be saved? We kept moving towards
the giant ride before us.

We took a seat.
We reached the top.
We slid...
...right.....off.

We slid right off.
We opened the gate of our seats and
we jumped right off,
we sublimated against the sky,
vanishing into the screams and sounds of
funnel cakes and balloons passing by,
I never liked them anyway,

and we slid right off.

A Moment with Dionysus

I can feel the malice crawling on my skin,
purging my health and replacing it with paranoia;
and somehow, I am just left alive to hang here,
eternally seeking the answer to a question
at the end of this darkly lit tunnel;

the slowest fade in the universe,
slanted, sliding, skimming the light
as an old riddle becomes a new born
mystery.

Thank you, oh lord, for the...

where did everyone go?

on a personal quest
don quixote
marriage
in laws
9 to 5
children
home depot
cleaning
cooking
teaching
hair loss
pain
suffering

on a personal quest
jim morrison
fucking
old records
midnight to midday
abortion
buy rite
pissing
shitting
brain damage
side burns
hedonism
nirvana

forget the light, where is the tunnel

This feeling of limbo surrounds you like a battalion of intergalactic space hunters who have chased you to the final corner of the universe. How do you move forward in a place with no gravity, no inertia and most importantly no compass pointing you in any direction.

like a suspended chair in space, just you and no space ship, no screens, no buttons, no clothes either. just you, naked and freezing in a cold dark place, far away. you left with some kind of a vehicle but along the way, the vehicle left you.

limbo, limbo, limbo, you mother fucker. this is where you find yourself, this is where you should enjoy the nothingness. when will you ever be alone like this again? what all would you do if you had that kind of freedom? like so many other things in life, it sounds like a great idea, but when you get there, you realize that the music is stale, the people are rotten to the core and you would have been just as good if you stayed home and watched re-runs.

I am waiting at a door, with no bell, no peep hole, no door knob, no form and nothing on the other side.