How interesting are you?

Therein the words scramble to formulate the monotonous wardrums of simplicity. Of mundane comfort which erected like a prison, but soothes with the air of an invisible citadel.

Are you fearful to escape, from the cocoon which is the land of sun tan lotion? Free of the chariots carnuba laden. Here in the basement the thoughts ramble like unseen run-off from a deep damaging flood, diamonds and pearls floating unseen through the muck and mire while the swarm of ants ovveride the truth with dollops of silicon and mp3.

Iron pumped and applications rendered the sweat cradles the flesh as the mind cradles the inevitable leap to the other side or the hypnotic sway of a hangman’s noose, which is the fate of the indecisive.

Where are you? What will you choose?

Middle America’s wasteland? No…Yet where now?

Tell me.