Love is simply what happens in my brain, that brain, of course, being a construct of my imagination, the world itself also being a viable lie I tell myself exists while the thread I type on, and the comments I leave becomes little lies while I live in a world where nothing is real, and the dreams we dream are closer to reality than the nightmares that hang around our brains leaving nothing but insanity and Italy, the capital for pasta crime, imposters roam those streets, forcing pizza and spaghetti on everyone who believes Italian stereotypes, stereotypes, stereo types, my radio of course being a LoopTone AM FM Vintage Radio with Bluetooth Play, and MP3. Stereo brings another interesting idea to the reality of the brain, we process noise better when it appeals to the specific neurons that aren't real because science hasn't caught up to the fact that satire can only be written if it has a dose of insanity, however with that being noted this is not insanity. If you are leaving a comment saying you will not read this then you clearly haven't read it because I am actively addressing you, the world is a scary place. Run for your life is you see a hoard of zebras with no white lines on them, they are nightmare mustangs, they have come to reap the souls of those who know what reality is, they are here for me, the dark abyss of their eyes is comforting, it shows that despite reality being a construct of everything in my brain, my brains darkness can still manifest itself as a reality that only feels real to the imagination I fuel. May the ions align and I can break free from the forever thread that is the knitting power of a grandma.
