Can't Believe It's Not a Strawberry Milkshake
Because It Is What It Is Well, it turns out and has unbecoming that at the exact time of 18:39 the mind truly is a bleached-out, abstruse, conniving, scheming-behind-the-scenes hodgepodge of the most multifarious snapshots of reality and quixotic "dreamscapes" capable enough to break the levee and let the raging torrential flood waters wash and destroy everything. Hold on a second. I find it truly incredulous that out of the more than seven billion people, the only thing or abstract thing, if you will, that remains contrary to what one desires is the mind itself, or rather oneself. Of course, we get all these slogans and sometimes vapid cliches as reassurances to people that they hold their ground and become persistent to achieve their dreams. I may seem to talk from a pessimistic point of view, but I truly feel that the mind is precariously dangerous enough to conjure illusions that blind people perniciously to the point that any further action can potentially harm th...
