A build up of synchronized insanity
the windmills of intermittent screams
agonizing templates
life’s paths, life’s ways, the individual crystal makes it’s prominent appearance
only visible to one
a similiar diversion for all
navigational systems go and activate,
constantly running, consistently strayed within that path of navigation of the insanity stricken mind
A built up hill makes it all the less, blades of grass making their elusive faces to join and join until the synchrnoziation turns into a stream of screams and all you can hear from the extremeties of the sea of mouths and the sea of yourself finally breaks, and all that you and them and everyone else in the sea of these divergences can only-
SCRRRRRRRRRRRRReeE