For all my life I have been living in another world far removed from the harshness of reality. Its great sun was sparked by cruelty and is fueled by monotony. Each day casts its reflective fuel in upon this world and its inhabitants  of satyrical symitry are further multiplied. The characters speak their lines cued by my mind and thoughts. Each one having their say. I like the intellegent one always giving pointers for apperance. I dive deep into the water here and i am crushed by the wieght of understanding and interpertation. Only to find that when i surface, little could i ever convey to another human being. direction and thought is never understood by others. For the maze streatches far into the mind. The paths are twisting and hard to retrace. The world outside is less each day. Comprissed of nothing but lost hopes and dead dreams. A bleak desert of walking ghosts and haunts of commerce. The numbers make inmportance and given rituals of purchus for the release of endorfens. I am reduced to a mechanical routine of self preservation threw pleasure seeking. No better then those i gain power from ridicueling. I take no time to spell well or write correctly. Sorry im not that bright. This is my introduction