I write a hell of a lot and have done so in the past, but this is one thing I've been proud of for a long time, I've posted it elsewhere and never really got a reply (if I remember correctly ) so I'll post it here again. ------------------------ I regurgitate the faeces I ate earlier. Or was it faces? Can’t remember. So many words. Confusing, annoying, frustrating. The concept is illogical anyway: gravity forces things down, not up. It defies the laws of nature, not like the laws of men, those are supposed to be defied. Defied and broken. Still more words. All different, but the same, like people. Their definitions are their faces. So many faces. But no names: the words for individual people. Their identity. Defining them from me, from us. More definitions, more words. At least their identities are constant, consistent. Man’s definitions are not. They fluctuate inconsistently, constantly, illogically. Their definitions are fluid, viscous. They defy definition, they are a paradox. They should not exist. They are irrelevant, obsolete, do not follow the laws of nature. There is no I, no individuality, merely fractions of a whole. To form the sum of their parts. More gravity-defying bile rises, more of the shit I ate comes out. Shit, faeces, manure, poo, excrement. The result of a digestive system that is confronted with things it cannot process. Much like the lower classes of society, clinging desperately to the digestive tract to keep some sort of resemblance to their former selves. Their higher-placed peers. More half-digested food. More half-digested thoughts, partially formed words. Sentences with no real structure, context or use. Incoherent, rambling, irrelevant. My mind regurgitates the words I created earlier. Discards them as useless. They are useless. They do not fall into context and therefore should be discarded. Much like most of man should be discarded as they fall not within the context of the world. They defy the food chain; defy the natural laws with their contraptions. Their machines, their devices. Machinations created to work out of context, to create a new context that is irrelevant. Like words placed into a sentence that seem in place, but make the structure incoherent, irrelevant. Relevance, such a subjective idea. Context, such a fickle semblance of logic. Relevance, context, together, merged, they form reality. Therefore reality is a subjective idea formed with a fickle semblance of logic. Reality is decided upon by the observer. Fantasy therefore is decided upon by everyone else. Therefore there will never be a single reality, unless we merge all fantasy and personal reality. Unless somehow all people accept this simple fact. The simple fact of merely being an observer, there will be no reality to speak of.