no relation

The ludicrous state of my mind has encroached the infinite frontier of self-fulfillment. The basics have melted into a pot of uncontrollable circumstances of played out verses. It has annihilated the daring defense with such ease, no evidence was left. To hell with them, those who wish only the best for themselves. We all suffer at one point of our lives. To those who live a lie, I advise you to lock the door and throw the key away. A little respect would be a satisfactory gesture. It has disappeared. Vanished with a gust of wind. An eager desire to curse has ran up my body, but I shall resist. It is complete; what once was a double fist of neurons and tissues is now a blob of jello. Cheery-o my friends.