I Like Your Stupid Face

just sitting there with your jaw all agape, staring into my energized eyes with your black buttons that got stuck within the orbits of your head, and i feel as though i just might go apeshit along the way, i've come to the realization that, most of the time i am merely conversing with heads just slightly more animated than a stuffed toy or, possibly, the ringling bro's wringings of genetics gone awry. a clear warning that someone you are talking to is one of the aforementioned: twitchy, uncomfortable, shifty shadows crawling across an already cavernous countenance especially when you start talking about how weird human interactions are with reference to one another based on nothing but scraps of information and points of mutual contact that shed superfluous dna ... circuit shutdown! yet, despite it all, people get up and walk through some one else's life only due to the fact that another option wasn't truly offered if only in subertfuge, leaving accountability reflected inward for not picking up on the deceptive hints categories make a nice system for comfortable understanding of outside of ourselves activities based on variables in which there are no true solutions or understanding as the end result is more variables lingering in skin that was stretched over a bag of bones i like the flesh that resides over your expression lingering aroma of last decade's flowers caress the nostril hairs just so so that memories are jarred, projected onto the internal-movie-projector-screen we have watched at every chance we get ever since the inutero days is the world real if we only perceive it from the standpoint of absent-minded video voyeurs because, in reality, the real world makes us cringe and crawl deeper into the belly unless through ultrasound does otherwise sick entertainment, semi-palatable and heavily profitable- make us sit easy on the the porcelain throne with complete absolution sans guilt so where are the ones who should be screaming aloud their outrage with lungs that move like wind storms, creating a chain reaction that can morph into something worthwhile, finally giving people a reason to ambulate through all this bs towards something with a pulse handing over the guard is always the hardest for the morons because they know that better qualified *****sapiens will shine so much brighter than they which asks the question, "why did we stay here so long?" just chilling with the rotation of the earth, electrons, and cloud patterns with that look