2002-01-22 - 8:46 p.m.
I can see us six in a satirical film.
The madness beneath the enviable kookiness.
Am I the only one who can see it?
Or has time away given me new perspective?
I feel my nerves are paper-thin;
Sanity exhausted.
Limits are stretched out and tested everyday.
I almost hope someone snaps soon,
The consequences will be catastrophic.
Everyone does their own thing here,
All activity centred around the nucleus.
I sometimes crave to leave,
But where would I go, how?
