Narolepitome

"It's too bad you don't have the FUNNY kind of narcolepsy" 
(meaning where I lose consciousness and muscle tone involuntarily).
"Oh, that sounds awesome!"
"I wish I had that!"
These statements have been uttered by multiple people within the last week. 
And to be honest, I'm still not sure how to go about responding.



FULL DESCRIPTION

After nine years of disorientation, futile psychiatric interventions, and countless misdiagnoses carrying shame-laden stigmas, I finally unearthed the answer.



I was diagnosed with Atypical Narcolepsy on September 11, 2014. 



This track exemplifies how deliberate thoughts echo between conscious and unconsciousness, compounding and colliding and consuming any hope of isolating meaning past its utterance. And everything refracted in isolation; quiet never comes.



FULL LYRICS (extracted)

They posed several queries

Meant to spurn directed thought

And to tumble from quick edges

That which I am, from I am not



The bellowing of audience

Will rise as their blood falls

What following a dissonance

Discernible come calls



Underlie ancestry familiar for return

To feel like I belong somewhere together we will burn

That shame will not be found beside wreckage, I will learn

That I’m flammable as well, and that together we can burn



That the moments toiling tired lost with every world turn

Lessen onward til some judgments day when Jesus will return

And to extent our knowledge sufferings be rule adjourn



These, our waking days, where all we know is our concern.

SHACK PROMPT: COURAGE

Courage
Cannot exist distinct from rage
Or age
Our
Rag
                Gear; cage; rouge
 They posed several queries
                Meant to spurn directed thought
And to tumble from quick edges
                That which I am, from I am not
 The bellowing of audience
                Will rise as their blood falls
What following a dissonance
                Discernible come calls
 Underlie ancestry familiar for return
                To feel like I belong somewhere together we will burn
That shame will not be found among wreckage from which I learn
                That I’m flammable as well, and that together we can burn
That the moments toiling tired lost with every world turn
                Lessen onward til some judgments day when Jesus will return
And to extent our knowledge sufferings be rule adjourn
                These, our waking days, where all we know is our concern.

ATYPNOC

Words about courage/. The courage to never backspace even when you have terrible terrible typos and grammar mistakes. You just keep it going t. You go wit h the dlow. I’m sure something good will come of this if I just keep writing and writing. Never look back at the horrible mistakes you’ve made. Block out the possible blunders in the future. There’s nothing btu here and now. If you live life moment to momenttthn. Whoopslol. A If the compass points nNorth but it keeps slipping from your hand, you’ve got a slippery compass.? We need a new paragraph…

                                Earlier today I played Shrek Operation™. It was hilarious. It was regular operation except it was shrek.I’M NEVER GOING TO FUCKING CANDADADADADADADApreston is a dumb name. dot do tdotcom banananananananananananananananananananananananana BATMAN. I’m sorry for the interruption everybody, my last coup-few sentences have been influcencesd by some people maybe or maybe not. Did I just say coup? Like a coup de tat or coup de grace? Or a mini cooper. Yeah, a mini cooper. New paragraphizzle in the hizzle.

                Okay what are we writing about? Oh, courage. Courage is a thing where you want the last cookie but the cookie jar is hanging off the highest branch of a bear-infested tree. That’s right BEAR INFESTED. And I don’t kmean  nice picanick basket stealing bears. Mean nasty bears that will write hurtful things about you on the internet and other things that are mean. Then you climb that tree and beat ythose bears and face your fears anmd get the cookie and everything is great. But then another cookie jar catches your eye. Hanging in the air . But the air is INFESTED WITH BEES. And THE BEES HAVE TINY BEARS FOR HEADS. AND THE TINY BEAR HEADS HAVE SHARKS FOR TEETH. AND THE SMALLER YOU GO THE MORE ANIMALS ARE SHOWING THEIR TRUE COLORS AND FLYING THEIR FLAGS. So you reach down inside. Deep insdei past the fear and the *something* to get the courage to fashion a hangglider out of the corpses of the mean bears. You jump off, plummeting upwarsd towards your prize a. As you draw ever closer, you can feel your mouth watering. The beebearsharketcetc’s attack you, gnawing at your flesh. You and the hang glider are gone in seconds in a wild display of sheer destruction. You’re gone. Nothing but your legacy remains. Courage.

THEGRANDEMPEROR