Different Passing Sense, discourse, longing for an answer. A question long forgotten. My eternal drudgery. Minds decayed, no sense of this. This, what this may be. I have few. Faculties that provide reason, the illusion of reality, that today I am me. Soul is dead, I am dead, I see no reason.
K. Lindstrom's Questions:
I really just want to know all you folks are willing to tell me.
Does this make sense?
Is it clear?
Does it sound good?
Is it choppy or something else?