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To anyone still listening.............
I feel like I'm trapped in some surreal, futuristic, dreamlike movie of flashbacks and constantly changing characters, the one constant and never varying theme is the "always at arms length" missing piece of critical information that will open the mysterious grey box that has a perpetual wisp of smoke or mist seeping from its edges, the box that promises to hold the secrets of the surrealistic visions that keep me in this constant state of anticipation and agonizing anxiety. Bizarre figures constantly dart in and out of the room in a nervous, jerky fashion as though they were guilty of some heinous deed and were being watched in an effort of self betrayal, the figures change as in a revolving door, every 3 months or so a new set of faces yet the same old familiar faces hauntingly popping in and out and always laughing, staring, laughing and pointing at the grey box, the smoking grey box, waiting for it to be opened, waiting for the missing piece of information that will unlock the secrets of the grey box.
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