About the matrix and the perks of the sidelines!

Minions!! My fleeting renders of perfect reality... I just come to you today... I'd like you to join me in musing about the fine lines of our existence, how a million tiny choices can lead to different paths or no path at all.. how the jokes of yesterday can quickly grow into the bitter realities of today, and how perfection is the most fragile state a thing could possibly be, just because it's perfect! I'd like you to be my companions in silent watching of the world go by, and trying to decipher its absurdity, all the while not regretting the exclusivity of the seat but rather enjoying the view and the safety of our place.

About inner strength, and the cold waters!

Minions.... my ethereal vestiges of a higher self and physical ties to a higher calling, I come here today to pay you some overdue respects! You are the ones who keep me going, discovering, and venturing. You are the ones who provide me with the bridges, the courage pills, the oars to paddle right out of my comfort zone and the words to thoroughly live there and not regret! You, my minions, are the tiny significant walks that make the path worth walking... so thank you for allowing me to live within and by you. Aishiteru!

About social awkwardness, the stern and efforts!

Minions... my preserving remnants of sanity, I come to you jaded. With dead ends much like a toy car that keeps rebounding off a wall to hit it again, I seek you out to help me burn a path through! If it was only me and you dearest minions, I wouldn't have to wait, to understand, or to fret the inconsistencies of this place, but it is not, and as such I do. Contain me in your bubbles of serenity for a little while and then help me move.

About the physical perception and the chemical mess!

Minions!! It's been a while my floating shapeless figures of speech.... I come to you in hopes of removing my mind's feet out of this gelatinous mess of feed. It is as though a quick sand of contradictions expanding with no end in sight, from a head impossibly filled with worlds to a throat filled with lumps to a chest void of air leaving almost no space for my heart to encapsulate the emotions of the very first mind stuck in a gelatinous mess. Untangle me and use my spaces to soar even higher within, I anxiously await you. 

About words, sticks, stones and debts!

Minions!! Gather around my finest grains of existence, I seek you out today to be a cradle that fears not the cuts of the shards. The taboos of our Pandora's box have been broken, and their fragmented aftermath is so very cruel! It is in my frantic moments that I need your stillness, and with the buckling of my metaphor that I need your pull. Shape your shapelessness into a cover and engulf my metaphor till it heals... your favours are forever and always the only ones that free me rather than not.

About internal surprise, fear and bubbles of extreme!

Dearest minions, my particles of crumbled wholeness, today I come as your comrade in arms not your puzzle of constructions, I come confiding into the comfort of you as me. You have been expanding to the extent that can withhold the limitless stars and matter into your seemingly limited entities, you have been ebbing with no flow in sight, and yet no consequences or near visions of mortality either..... I thank you for that, I salute you for that, and more, maybe most, importantly I warn you, and in essence me, of that! Much, if not all, of my fear and love to you dearest, I have faith in you....

About definitions, searching and turning in!

Minions!! Gather around me my dearest fragments of non-existent blobs. I talk to you today, not as your core, but as your dependent extension; you are very much needed to light up a spark, to form a split of a sign, to open a crack in a door. Though you are formless in essence you have to frame a reality into clearer view. Rise to the occasion my minions and the occasion shall raise you with it. I'm, with utter faith, waiting.

About the path, Steve Jobs and setbacks!

My minions, my sweetest tiny fragments of xzibit-ian circles, today I urge you to share with me my growing respect to those who can whisk their fantasies into hard felt physical beings, it is not only moving forward that should be recognized as victories and fortunes of fate; the truly victorious are those who recognized moving in every direction as a freeing path. I have with amazed and amused train of thought recognized the undeniable fact that we know the names of those who decided to move upwards by heart, that a man who did nothing of novel nature but the same in a sideways track departed as an idol and that by merely bringing a talking mouse into life one could become a legend. Minions always keep moving whereverwards until we find our pulling upwards, it is only through breaking we are able to make.

About bugs, plans, earth and Allah!

It is to my minions that I direct this special piece of late night rambling. My dearest tiny minions, my floating rhombic beings of thought; it is to the deepest depth of a green haven you depart and I with you, to enjoy a violet haze is within our grasp and to truly love beyond the foretold ways of man is our chosen path. We are not bound by just humans, only pre-acknowledged ups or "naturally" forsaken beings. We belong to one and only when we're fully within him that me and you my precious are truly free.