[{"_1":2,"_30":-5,"_31":-5},"loaderData",{"_3":4},"routes/__layout/tag.$name",{"_5":6,"_7":8},"tagName","escapism","posts",[9],{"_10":11,"_12":13,"_14":15,"_16":17,"_18":19,"_20":21,"_22":23,"_24":25,"_26":27,"_28":29},"id",709,"title","Anywhere but Here","excerpt","The real world is boring, painful, and indifferent to me. My mind is better. I fly, shatter into silver angels, swim as dolphins, blast back at bullies with beams of light. Why settle for here when I have all that in my head?","body","\r
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I'm an ordinary boy,\r
\nActing in the normal way,\r
\nBut I'm just not quite dull enough\r
\nI sure as hell don't feel the same\r
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Don't know who wants to be like who\r
\nIt seem to change from day to day\r
\nOne day I seem to be so cool\r
\nThe next they say my life is lame\r
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Screw them, life sucks\r
\nThe world's a pain\r
\nCome on, get lost inside my brain\r
\nYou'll find it's so much better\r
\nIn the world inside my mind\r
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Come on, give up, you silly pup,\r
\nThis universe is lost to us\r
\nBut this one's not the only one\r
\nBe anywhere but here\r
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Come see my dreams\r
\nAnd feel my thoughts\r
\nMuch better than that flick you bought\r
\nGeorgie boy would kill to see\r
\nThe scenes my little mind has wrought\r
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You see him fly around the screen,\r
\nBut nobody would fly like that,\r
\nThey'd fly by anti-gravity\r
\nAnd twist and turn\r
\nLike this and that,\r
\nOf course they'd swoop around the sky\r
\nNo straight lines,\r
\nWhere's the fun in that?\r
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I know because I fly all day,\r
\nInside the theatre of my brain\r
\nI reach the stars and feel the pain\r
\nAnd shatter in a thousand shards.\r
\nAnd every shard falls back to earth,\r
\nA glowing piece of silver\r
\nWith a mission in its mind\r
\nAnd its own private existence.\r
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Follow that crystal as it falls,\r
\nA knife of bright reflected light,\r
\nIt's falling slowly back to earth\r
\nBut then it stops and starts to rise\r
\nIt folds out like a flower\r
\nOr a glowing silver spider\r
\nGetting larger ever faster\r
\nAnd as gorgeous as a dream.\r
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The spider gets more complicated\r
\nAnd legs turn into wings\r
\nAnd now there is an angel there\r
\nSitting in the night-black sky.\r
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But now it all falls back to earth,\r
\nThe dreamworld pops and now I'm worse\r
\nI'm not flying any more,\r
\nI'm not a silver angel,\r
\nBut a dirty messed-up lump of flesh.\r
\nThey say be happy with yourself.\r
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I'm very happy with myself,\r
\nI'm just not happy with the world\r
\nMy self's a constant changing mesh,\r
\nWith a brain to match the best,\r
\nSolving all my problems\r
\nAs I divest my thoughts of flesh\r
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My brain controls all energy,\r
\nIt shapes it to my will,\r
\nI hit back at those who hurt me\r
\nWith hot and solid beams of light.\r
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The lights go out, my lids snap up\r
\nAnd now I'm back again to here,\r
\nThis boring, hard unfeeling world\r
\nWhere I don't mean an awful deal.\r
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I slip back to MY universe\r
\nWhere I'm always at the heart of things\r
\nI have the power, the attention\r
\nI have the love, and everything.\r
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Back in the world that you call real\r
\nThe ones who hurt me still hold sway,\r
\nThe ones who hate me have their way,\r
\nMy problems there don't go away\r
\nAnd life is just unfair.\r
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Why live there when I have my mind,\r
\nWhere all my friends are good and kind\r
\nAnd numerous, and I feel loved\r
\nAnd I can solve my problems\r
\nBy changing the whole world.\r
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In my world when I see a stream\r
\nI dive and twist and suddenly\r
\nI am a fish,\r
\nA salmon or a dolphin\r
\nSwimming fast and free\r
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A swimming creature with no name,\r
\nI revel in the feel of water\r
\nAnd I don't need to care\r
\nWhere I'm going or what I'm doing\r
\nOr how I'm going to get there\r
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I just twist and thrust and suddenly\r
\nI find I'm where I want to be\r
\nBy base instinct or memory\r
\nOr thinking where I want to be\r
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And then I'm back in the real world,\r
\nWith all new problems now unfurled\r
\nI don't want to be here\r
\nAnd I don't have to be\r
\n\r
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Screw them, life sucks\r
\nThe world's a pain\r
\nCome on, get lost inside my brain\r
\nYou'll find it's so much better\r
\nIn the world inside my head\r
\n\r
\n

Come on, give up, you silly pup,\r
\nThis universe is lost to us\r
\nBut this one's not the only one\r
\nBe anywhere but here\r
\n\r
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I'm just an ordinary boy, ordinary-looking, ordinary feeling, ordinary-acting. Not ordinary enough. I don't think quite the same as them, I don't feel quite the same as them, I don't feel I'm a part of them and they sure as hell feel that they're not part of me. I don't know who wants to be like who -- it seems to change from day to day. One day I'm cool and they follow me lead, the next I'm lame and it me who follows them. Screw them, life sucks, the world's a pain, come on get lost inside my brain, come see my dreams and feel my thoughts better than any blockbuster movie. You see him fly around the screen, that's dumb, nobody would fly like that, they'd fly by aid of gravity and twist and turn like this and that, they'd swoop 'cause it's fun and they know it. I know because I fly all day inside the theatre of my brain I reach the stars and feel the pain and shatter in a thousand shards and every shard falls back to earth, a glowing piece of silver with a mission and a mind and its own private existence. Follow that crystal there as it falls, a silver knife that catches the light, it's falling slowly back to earth but then it stops and starts to rise and it folds out like a flower or a glowing silver spider getting larger ever faster and always looking cool. The spider gets more complicated and legs turn into wings and now there is an angel sitting in the sky. But it all falls back to earth, the dream collapses and I'm back in the real world. I'm not flying any more, I'm no silver angel I'm a dirty imperfect lump of flesh and they tell me to be happy with myself. I am happy with myself I'm just not happy with the world. My self is a constant changing animal, a superhuman android with a brain to match the best, solving all my problems as I divest my thoughts of flesh, my brain controls all energy, it shapes it to my will, I hit back at those who hurt me with hot, solid beams of light. The lights go out, my eyes open and I'm back again to here, this boring, hard unfeeling world where I don't mean a great deal. I slip back to MY universe where I'm always at the heart of things I have the power and attention I have the love I have everything. Back in the world that you call real the ones who hurt me still hold sway, the ones who hate me have their way, my problems there don't go away and life is just unfair. Why live there when I have my mind, where all my friends are good and kind and numerous and I feel loved and I change my problems by changing the world. In my world when I see a stream a I can leap in and twist and suddenly I am a fish, a salmon or a dolphin or swimming creature with no name, I revel in the feel of water and I don't need to care where I'm going or what I'm doing or how I'm going to get there, I just swim and twist and dive and thrust and suddenly I'm where I want to be by instinct by memory by saying \"here is where I want to be\". And then I'm back in the real world, and I want to be anywhere but here.\r
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