my persona is surreal to myself

finally in rapture with the shadows of a glimpsing horizon, fading into a ridiculous oblivion of vanity... yet! hooray, those repetitive mantras of my nuclear obssession are become simply real. they taste nice when they pour themselves into the material velocity of my terrestrial experience. of course a little slow, i'd like it faster, however that's not the way it goes.
possibilities, i didn't think them up strategically in such a flow of painful spiritual disillusionment, but i have to say thank you great spirit!
thank for cut my eyes open in the right times, when the bright lights inspiration started become a putrid superficial masquerade of blurred desires... lucidity rises again from the dust of my babylonian confusion. i am not like them! i had to repeat this to myself, i am and i am not, of this world but not from it,,, i admitted already my confusion relatively to realizing the distinction between ambition and morality, or just existing without the murdering of the soul in the excess of the senses.
i hate smiles without sense, false pretenses of happiness... i can't help longing for an endless neutrality of expression within the euphoria of pathetic soulless mannequins.. alright express your seduction and attempt to phathom what will become when your empire sinks with the glaciers... its gone its over the fire works are dead... i can see through you... this is the moment of great solitude when finally you fall asleep and awaken in wonderland... ridiculous characters of our darkest fears surge from caves and castles and run around the architecture of our organs.
this is gratitude for the machine is awake, when the veins of consciousness collapse.
and rise again! from the ocean of blood it took from the artificial love...