Hang it up and call it a -nice- day

I stare, but i'm not seeing. I listen, but I'm not hearing. Trapped inside my own movie theatre with the images dancing and playing themselves through. My imagination runs away with my mind, and I do not hear the meaning.
But it has been said that no one will ever see the exact thing twice.
Prototypes are the things we take in; each perception will adhere to our own advantage or disadvantage.
The little white egg sweats before placed into boiling water.
The red lobster squeals as it is scolded slowly.
But
our mind’s eye senses what the heart cannot pertain.
The little white egg is dead, and therefore cannot sweat.
The red lobster does not scream in agony; his dead carcass is merely contracting with the heat intensity.

What is it that you strongly believe in?

Pedro: The Lonely Easter Hermit

R.I.P my little many-legged friend.

There are more reds at this end

Would it hurt you, maim you, disable you to think outside the cliché?
No. You've done it. You've thought it.
Would it be so bad to act like we're outside of it all? It's tough. I know.
People do different things, are motivated in unique ways.
I'm sick of living in this box. There are holes everywhere, and it stinks.
We sensor ourselves to some other people, those content with monotony.
fuck monotony.
How the hell else are we supposed to be different? Why would anyone want to be the same and do similar things?
"It doesn't add up... and I don't understand."
You can't win. Being content is both a leap and a wait and see that i am forced to be content with.