So integrated yet still no where near fully integrated. Level by level down, every step down is a step up. Matter is not the only thing with super position.
Get fucked idc I will run amuck some dude the other day tried to swerve into me with a truck but inside there was nothing but a subtle tune that said my will is true and there fore I say good day and a big old fuck you
A man from the underground who’s own interest may have not yet been found may often seem like a mere clown but in the end he may still have the attention of the town because when he speaks his words still make a somehow reasonable sound.
You are mad because attack how they aren’t trad but I’ve been to the lowest places to the extent it drove me mad it’s all funny though because in the end a sword hits where you are vulnerable and shows that you may yet still be malleable and I actually find that quite valuable.
Shame today will never stay for the words will wash the sin away better an open sinner than a false saint but saints never come without their faults I’ve always been quite quaint.
Am I being groomed or does danger loom I do not know but I figure I will find out quite soon the waves come and go like an ocean in a vacuum you say I’m this or that but I know me better than you know you.
Out of place out time swinging words like a mace wielded by a swine nothing of substance only mind always a waste of something god gave quite fine a little words here and there that rhyme like a chime it’s all quite funny and was never truly mine.
I was on a trolling walk with a fist full of chalk chucking it at people that talked and now I find my self getting stalked but I don’t run and or sulk and instead laugh and continue to climb my beanstalk.