donesounds good.

* reaches into cupboard *
~ Lizzy
Simple ~ Answers found by referencing your lists in the first section, silly guyHow can they that doth not exist, 'live'?
All that has gone before is an illusion.
A dream made from nightmares.
Nightmares created out of lost dreams.
What you think you know, carries no substance here.
In short, a blind alley sees more of you than you believe you cannot see.
I am a word on a page and not for selling.
I am a breath in the fog and not for holding.
I am a thought in your head and not for knowing.
I am a heart on a sleeve and not for showing.
I do not exist.
I take you to where I am not and you see what you dreamed was there.
You are all fools.
With the same dream.
Insanity is what holds you together.
Come in and be my dream.
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Without time we leave and never go.
Without space we stand, alone.
Without moving we steal your hearts.
Normal is an aberation of your mind.
Madness is my refuge.
I am not here.
I left two seconds ago.
My return is imminent but not real.
Reality is madness wrapped up in your aberation, writ sane.
Sanity is aberation rolled into sequences of dreams and their loss.
. . . and Vince's desire for hallucinogenics ~ I'm thinking Hughes Mearns's ditty is one dedicated to yourself? Is that right? Or, am I hallucinatingI am not here, or there either.
I am but a letter nudged against a squiggle on a screen in a world that is not reality.