Rotten Ones.

Blessing in my heart, burden on my back.
Joynoise and Doubts.
I had a good day?


Dear Brain,
I am so very sick of your deceptions.
You've been cruel to me; lying and cheating.
You're such a tease; I thought we could be friends, I was all in.
But my darling thought-machine, you've been so abusive and I don't think that works for me.
I'm tired of lonliness. I'm tired of hurting.
Please, let's join arms.


They tell me to let you go,
You're "Nothing but a box of old unusables; memories that may or may not have ever occured."
I'm not so sure if you belong.
We have such differences with you being so logical, ripping apart my floorplans on account of practibility and future cost.
But I'd like you to know, I'm willing to work things out.
I refuse to be stepped on and dismissed, but I am ready to fight for this.
Unity, Dear, I know you long for it too.
So, onwards, their's a battle raging in our names.

All of my everything, I've already given it to you,
Yours always,
Heart.



Dear Heart,
I'd already have blown you to bits if I didn't know that it wouldn't turn out completly in my favour. (That's what some would call "rational", I thought I'd introduce you to it. Benefitial for you in this case, remember that.)
I need you to sustain a few things around here, but I'd feel more comfortable if you kept to my previously arranged, "profit only" proposal.

I know what you are expecting, but I will not apologize this time.
You're concerned with issues that are none of your business, I'd advise you just stay out of it.

Truly,
Brain.





I have a great deal of fears.
It's kind of ridiculous.
I am blessed with countless wonderful people,
Also kind of ridiculous and definately inexplicable.



Joy, as a biproduct of all of the times we had, have, and will have... for all of the times we never had, and for the ones which I am almost certain we never will.



Oh, little Earthchild, so cyclistic, so simplistic, so discusting.
I don't like living in you anymore.