Have you ever had a dream, that you were so sure was real? What if you were unable to wake from that dream? How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world?

What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.

You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.

I offer only the truth, nothing more.

Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill

spyed, nobody has ever done this before.
I know. That's why it's going to work.



--
The Angry Deviant



Random Deviant

u flatter me, i can't handle it--all flush &stuff... u've got a fan too... and if i stop, it means i'm not breathing... mercy on my corpse.

pCe,
Finkster

--
"the wages of dying is love"
(c) galway kinnell

"i fear to forget your name
as a poet fears to forget some word
sprung in the torment of the night,
mighty as God himself."
(c) v.v.m.

i think your poetry is lovely. i'm adding you to my devwatch. i look forward to your new submissions.