river in egypt...

i guess we all live in denial...
denial is the non-existance of any logic in self...
but i think we don't choose denial...
denial chooses us...

denial, the sweet painted vield, the la vie en rose...
it helps us lie to ourselves more convincingly...
we need someone or somthing to bolt us out from denial...
so that we don't get too comfortable...

denial...
not just a river in egypt...








its a freaking ocean...
so how do we keep from drowning in it?