The Pain Frame

It is knowing without having the courage to change. It is believing without believing at all. These are the ad-men. The idea, the true belief, that we are capable of anything else is carried by those who have not the time to write as they are busy running and setting new stages to perform on. The performances they maintain are beyond habit; almost as if they truly believe they are what we perceive. Their alliance with our underside is the draw. Some if not most of the audience knows they feel these things, these impulses, these desires, but they can never find the right stage on which to express them; with an attentive audience that is completely enthralled by the performances they give. All other people believe in the pain frame.
The pain frame has many designs and patterns. It can be bought and sold in all places everywhere. It can be traded openly and without hesitation or fear of prosecution, and it can be as freeing as the feeling through sound one gets as raindrops fall crisply on the side of the house and on the hood of the car parked just outside the window your looking through. It comes fully equipped with tested and secure ways of becoming something other than what you are and maintaining that performance for a lifetime.
Our appearance, well, we hide through words and clothes and cars and these all work really well in dark bars where the wolves run late in the evening; well in to the morning hours then driving away in their dark cars, wearing their dark clothes. These are the designers in time. They are the ad-men. Suspension of disbelief. Witchcraft, ain't it a hoot? LLc 98.2