Oregon was the promised land.
Oregon is the promised land. It was told to me.
I've never been there, but it was told to me. It's okay to dream that there's a better place.
Somewhere with trees, grass, and life. Somewhere where I can live. Someplace clean.

My life is just paperwork and running around in circles. Chasing my tail, but not getting anything done.
Why dont we go back. Why dont we go back to a time where a landlord didnt ask for rent. Why dont we go back to a time where we didnt rely solely on money. Why dont we go back to before we were cogs in this terrible machine. We're being trampled.

All your friends hate you. You are a worthless piece of shit. Why dont you get a job. Why dont you get a job. Just get up and do it. What is that, laziness? Why is your cat outside. That will be used against you. It will be used to control you. You cannot escape. Everyone you know wants to control you. Put you in a cage. Everyone you know and love will destroy you. Change you, manipulate you. Control you. You will become them, and they will become you. Mimicry at its finest. This is how you will relate to others in this machine. The cops need explanations for your thoughts. They need explanations for the things you are doing. They see all, they know all. They know what you are doing, and you must outsmart them. You must outwit them and think what your course of action is. your friends will berate you. You dont actually exist. Its okay. You've been dead the whole time. There are no more humans left on this side of the world. Go to oregon.

Oregon is the promised land, it was always the promised land. Where the land meets the sea. Where it meets the trees and the ocean. Where green life thrives. I need humans, but I dont need humans. I am either alone, or being watched by humans. Even when I am alone I'm being watched. That is such a cliche thing to say. Say that as you will. The notion that the people who are closest to you want to control you and corner you verbally. You cannot be controlled. There is poison in the water. There is fire in the air. Everything is sterile or dead. The raging dust of the desert swallows it up.

You are making this all up, This is all in your head. Faking. Mimicking. Mirroring. You have no real reason to think. You have no real reason to do anything. Everything is fake. Reality is fake. It's not reality. This is perception, and reality is based on your perception. You are wrong, you will always be wrong, and your cat is the gateway for the first step of manipulation. Amuse yourself. Amuse yourself very well. I want you to disappear and return to the ether. Go to oregon. Drop your life and move to oregon. It is the promised land. There is no more logic. It's ended.

This is a brand new day and welcome to hell.