a_conditioned_response Mister Brightside there was a chiming sound that offered a steady diet of illusion. pavlov's dogs, skinner's rats the cocaine monkeys like any addict would, i took to it eagerly i want to say i hate it but i crave it and this withdrawal this denial burns as cruelly as any has before why rattle my cage if not to let me out? you took away the bars and replaced them with glass, so now when the light is just so, i get to combine the illusion and the momentary hope of moving forward with the feeling of falling on my face but i was never really real, didn't have the weight or substance for it to really matter, so what's the harm, right? 041228 ... misanthropic me I say to a lutheran around easter: "The Lord is risen" without thinking, they respond: "He is risen indeed" and people say that religion is a deep experience... I have proof that it is brainwashing the weak. 041228 what's it to you? who go blather from