Passed the bottom and stepping out. All seems okay, all appears as it should be, But a vale is torn in Asda. The plasticity of reality, the dum dum dumness turns my blood to treacle. I am scared.
The graveyard provides some peace. I am here. I will not turn it off so must face it.
Life is a brief slash in the darkness that was before and will be again, we all succumb to the innevtable. A tear in the black; a letterbox to peep through. No accurate view of what is really going on but it is all we get. And it is so beautiful. So much. So frightening. 
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