what you don't hear me say does not mean that I have not said it.
what you don't see me do does not mean that it has not been done .
nor does it mean that I don't have the capacity, will or inclination to say or do it. when everything is on the surface, when you know you are being watched, simply and without fail this theory goes: you perform. ask yourself how pure your thoughts and actions are when you are doing it consciously before the eyes of others. and ask yourself this: if it is not seen or heard, are you still doing it? does it still have the same weight and profundity? significance?

fuck it. validate yourself.

it's a tough fucking feat to follow through with, in a world where we all live in fishbowls and we eat eachother's excrements as if they were gourmet morsels of pleasure food... it's all too easy to become something that onlookers expect you to be and you hope to be seen as when everyone out there takes who you are at face value. we manifest in whatever way we choose to. yes, we are really fucking great politicians. why can't I just play this game and shut the fuck up? because day by day I am just making myself ill. because the magic pills of bliss have lost their effect. and all I see is the excrement. the bullshit. and I can't live with myself, regurgitating the same shit that everyone else seems to. somehow, if there is one stupid thing in this lifetime that I aspire to acheive and to maintain (maintenance is key), it is to be exactly what I put forth. and to put forth exactly as I am. an if it has become privy to my enlightenment that to be 'seen', in itself, mars the very manifestations that you project, then perhaps the thing to do is to not be seen.

crawl beneath the surface of thine own skin and surround self with self.

this could very easily go very wrong, now couldn't it?