Resonating Reznorative

Back in the saddle again. Horn-grabbin' wrist-strappin' spur-jinglin' yeehaw-hollerin' cowboy freestyle.
Starched & pressed in a shirt that doesn't fit this new frame anymore; last year's tie a hangman's noose.
Lucida Grande. Fontification. Put your typeface on. It's gametime. Color separation. Matriculation.
Morning meditations betwixt sun salutations. Warrior pose versus low post headfake, spin, up and in.
Is this stress or willpower pushing free weight? 5 reps of 12, and off you go. Yardpass to nowheresville.
Shoot from the hip, full clip of hollowpoints in my airified lovegun.
Jamming classic karaeoke on this Smith&Wesson 9mm guitar hero, 38 to zero in nothing flat.
Evaporating culture, clubbed in the head, signed, baby-sealed and delivered. Postage due.
Violently executing now that which could be perfectly executed next week. Ride the lightning.

I'm becoming less defined as days go by
Fading away
And well, you might say
I'm losing focus
Kinda drifting into the abstract in terms of how I see myself
Sometimes I think I can see right through myself
Sometimes I can see right through myself
Less concerned about fitting into the world
Your world that is
Cause it doesn't really matter anymore
No it doesn't really matter anymore
None of this shit really matters anymore
Yes I am alone but then again I always was
As far back as I can tell
I think maybe it's because
Because you were never really real to begin with
I just made you up to hurt myself
And it worked.
YES IT DID!