feel like Im always about to throw up
spill the notions so grown up
I dont want to go nuts
not like this
thus I feel like thanos
power gauntlets so toked up
aspirations like doom-most rush
seperate dimension seeking
marveling anti matter / broke up
woke up to a real life Carol Danvers
somewhere in Denver...wondering why all these perscription drugs came from & why
I couldnt remember the past few months...or where this book came from...again...
wiki93 on repeat.
wikileaks like modern day NSA speech...like ALex Jones is sort of realevent-
truth / monumentus antimatter
sobriety so unclear it barely matters.
I think Ive hurt everyone whos ever loved me.
If I could only be so lucky.
so I just keep moving
a perfect portrait of fuckery.
I think Ive lost it again
macking on half these casaulties
burning every step on a social latter
for momentary fires that help me eat/sleep
creep through the back streets with a few books tattered
masters of lonely unit patterns
again same old story like I barely even breif-vibranium the only thing that matters to me.