"I'm feeling the old neuro pathways firing and string me back towards the distorted behaviours"
yeah so do I; back towards the addicted behaviours, coz they just wanna be alive.
They hold on to exactly in the same way I once saw a bunny cling onto life with half its body flattened to a pancake by a truck. The volume where its kidneys, liver and stomach are located was transformed to a 2D surface about 3.5cm thick. Its spine amongst that mush aswell. I wanted to break its neck and put it out its misery. When I approached it, the bunny still tried to run off and survive with the full force of energy its body would be capable of exerting, and it exerted this force. Because life was so sacred to it, where as we humans try to end our lifes sometimes... Where as this bunny wanted to survive with half its body flattened to a pancake.
These same old neuro pathways, that I feel in me head, are holding onto the same ancient distortion that's as old as life itself. Cling on to life, Cling on. Bloody cling film.
"The Klingons are a fictional extraterrestrial humanoid warrior species in the science fiction franchise Star Trek." I know you know them but like they go about normally being the bad guys and attacking beings.
Cling on, Klingons. Cling ons. You know the briliance of the English language are that you spell things differently but read them exactly the same.
But ons is like ones. 1 and 0, on and off. Life and Death. True and False. You see the problem of philosophy? It just goes round and round. Like this argument. It just wants to think
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Yea well when you do and manage to survive, you end up waiting.....
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hmmm?