DO YOU HEAR ME, MAJOR TOM? I'M STEPPING THROUGH THE DOOR TO ESCAPE THE MAZE OF PERPETUALLY EXPERIMENTAL RECONFIGURATION TO THE NEEDS OF CONFORMITY'S SOCIETAL SUBROUTINES


Ground control to Major Tom.......are you there? I've been lost in abstract thought........conscious abstract thought, rather than lazy reveries....... This always occurs when faced with complex emotional scenarios, suffering from the despair of avoidant disappointments, having to do paperwork required by Government, being put 'on the spot' by other's demands, or experiencing the perceptions of existential crisis.........Time to 'shape up' and get on with the business of functioning in the outside world........I still have not found my keys, although I have found much, still locked and chained...deep within, that seems to require expression....However, Veristes just won't fit into the box that I made for "it"......and is knocking on some closed doors of perception and some neglected drawing skills, having been relegated to a solitary diet of automatic drawing and the recondite expression of seemingly random juxtapositions of Science and Art...on my knees before the punishing demands of Conformity.

"Do you hear me, Major Tom? I'm floating in a most peculiar way...And the stars look very different today.    I think my spaceship knows which way to go"


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