MIurakami well…
As the bird winds up
And whistles a sonic tune
For his own enjoyment
And oldTn the bottom of a
Lrapped
Fao Tzu
Oor a laugh
Tn the vinyl
Wao Te Ching
Writing down the
Aipes its eyes
Ps the feedback lust
Ieanut butter jar
Pn the middle of a
hilosophy stuck sloppy
Thus, the world feels justified, and also very satisfied, in abusing me and making me the scapegoat of society. So, what can I do, other than keep moving forward until one day, I fly, fly, fly. Read "Fly. Fly.