IRONY?

When wenDy Last time i be high da na ma fa qa
Si? When da last time i be high dana mada fa qa?

Qa que andy ay
que da for da questions
Stupid A B for da know
Knowing is di answa

I be high so danca
Your spelling is quatsch
ah!
sprechen sie di deusch ya
Konnen si nich mich manchmal

Somebody get please  please poor stuttering Pr. Qurriel
Magical makes plural
She needa be a good girl
Long lives the squirrel
He always get the need exactly for the funeral

Put a stop to this please.

I briefly feel the need to interrupt.
Look at me,
you are high as shit, everything you have just written was nonesene.
You tried ONCE MORE to attempt to make sense out of NONSENSE!
See the pattern you fucking idiot!
See that shit once and for all!
If it does not make sense.
It is because it DOESN'T!
Why?
Cant we NOT!
See these things!
These things apparently
Mean something?
TO one
Not the other?
So one doesn't bother.

The one stays, the other prays.
Melodies she loves to play
And she know
I love to dance,
the sweetest sound, I hear
and I'm taken.
Taken away of my chair,
eyes are closed,
I stay afloat,
My eyes are closed,
She plays the tone,
I dance, I have to, but I dance alone
My eyes stay closed,
Into my own darkness
I start to Roam,
I leave my home,
My eyes are closed,
I walk the roads,
I felt some hands come along,
My eyes stayed closed,
Then there it was again,
The realization,
the,

The, i cant place words,
I really am trying to express,
that nothing can change,
If it can, than it already has,
and if it still can then it wont,
because,
and let me tell you because,
If you can do something to change,
then it should have been done already,
So there are really only two kinds of people.

Ones who make the leap, to the people who stay marching forward,
Who are not afraid of the truths that they will find!
Who march together as one,
into the darkness,
and we are going,
and Going,
And we are all separated,
Running,
We know we are alone,
but we know there are the ones that are like us,
Doing what I am doing,
Seeing as I have felt,
the way I can hear the thoughts that she doesn't speak.
You know I know the words you withhold,
Or Is that just the man speaking,
who is still dancing to her melody,
For they are so sweet.
Expecting them to be so kind so neat,



I'm currently laughing at that last train of thought,
I had to cut out of character,
Man this is my first not super high moments,
Although its tugging a bit to go back upstairs and play with my high-self,
If you are intrigued to follow,
the train will be taking of shortly,





Ahhhhh.... so where were we?
YEs,
It was a late afternoon,
And my darling woke up,
Taking her afternoon nap it was,
And she looked at me and said, "Babe, are you ready to go?"
So I just looked at her, I made sure to meet her eyes, "I think you have me mistaken for someone who you just dreamed about this second"
The look I got was ranging from High shock, mildly interested, partly surprised, not amused, high panic, no interest, extremely turned on face so you see here by the end of it all I got from what i said is that she was turned on!

*TAKES DEEEEEEEP BREATH*
like a cartoon exaggeration


Ahh I'm back,
That story I tried to make all cool and slick but then I realized I was over-thinking every angle of that story so it made it hard to be funny?

I highly doubt that the last sentence is coherent.
Fawk,
A falcon and a Hawk.
Fawk.

Is the reasoning I used to my senior year criminal justice teacher for using the "F" word in class.
"But I'm just saying FUCK(Fawk)"
If i knew what a troll face looked like back then, this would be the moment I insert it.

And boom goes the dynamite.
Kite
Alright,
Shite
Dite
LIte
TITE
PITE
CRITE
RITE
fuck this game,
its just makes people think im insane,
or i think that they think that im insane,
And there is no end to that game,
so i been trying to play less of it.
and stretch a bit,
Im so high  office dis canibis,
bliss,
is the jist of it,
I kill of it,
The Silhouette
I imagine it,
I try to wash
cant get rid of it,
Im sick of it,
Its crippling,
not really ,
sing,
along,


Fak,
Im back, Im going to grab the shola and eat a bit hoping a come down more from this high,
Ill probably watch some actually lets see whats poppin on hbo go nigga.
Shout out for the HBO GO HOOK UP!


I took a lap,
as my friends would tell me too do if i got to wild,
So yeah,
This is usually how high I want to act,
but for some reason

Man
My sister totally thinks im tripping on acid.
im laughing,
but the whispering is tripping me out shooot.

Snap I think they are waking up for morning prayer,
Here I am high as shit.

Oh man,
Times have changed.
I guess imma put this down, and try to sleep.
Watch something pleasant.
Parks and rec.
So jolly.



Reminder:
You have witness a strictly guided tour of my "educated" thoughts.
Sounds cheesier by the second.
Anyway the point that I am trying to make is that
Oh man i can't believe how hard I am messing with my sister right now.
It's hilarious.

Delete Delete,
certain thoughts I guess I still do keep to myself.

Hmmmmmmm,
the weird reasonings,

Then the lights turn off.

Fuck,
I really wonder how weird this is going to wonder.
I honestly cannot remember getting this "educated"
It is as if, I read the most AMAZING Book,
No,
more like this,
i been reading the same book for a while,
however just imagine if you been reading this pretty awesome book, then you realize that JACK BAUER is the author.
Then the next amazing page that you read, knowing that it had some JACK BAUER in it, JUST BLEW MY MIND!
Like this was the BEST page of the BOOK that I read.
BOOOM!

Figuring females out, I guess comes at a responsibility of promising to not hurt the ones who haven't figured it out yet.
I guess that is what I believed.
I guess,
i don't know.
It just came out, I will need to re read if that made sense.
Well I'm getting sad about the stuff I want to say,

I do not want to write and delete,
So I would rather admit,
that I cannot even bare myself to speak to myself through this text.
My thoughts,
I guess,
should be kept,
hidden,
Such as a buried chest,
buried 10,000 steps west.
"east? I thought you said West(WEAST)." -Patrick

SpongeBob is amazing.
That is one of my favorite lines,
and I say that because it is the only one that stands out the most at this crucial moment.
Ahh 4:20 A:M

Literally.

Irony?

That has a soothing sound to it, saying it like that.

IRONY?

One last time and put her down.








IRONY?

yeah, is that how you feel?

This goes out to you.
yes, the name that echoes through my sleep.
Why didn't you say something?
And the only one who did, you chose stay away from me.
Like a repulsion.

You've trained a good little bitch,
I'll listen if you want me to  stay away.
Be careful with what you wish for,
is what they told me.
I refuse to listen,
Oh I refuse.

I lost what I should of had,
at the price of wanting something
that I am never going to get.

Yet we still pursue the ideas that have drowned us already.
With the hopes that one day,
our expectations will be met.

Fuck that,
Surrendering is not an option,
but refusing to be tortured should be identified as something else.

How could you leave me?
You said you never would!

It's not leaving,
If I was never yours in the first place.

Simply just breaking out of the spell.
or at least another weak attempt.


Why didn't you say something?
You are so strong, but when strength needs to be used,
none is utilized.

Walking away,
how disappointed I was.
That I was the only one in the room who said a word.
I didn't dare make noise of a sound while you were in the midst of your storm out.
I know you HATE the feel of someone's pity.

You don't need my help,
trust me.

I feel you loud and clear.
But when you stay quiet,
My apology is the last thing you want to hear.

Stay the fuck away from me!
Your body cringes to my touch.

So tell me How do I respond?

One thing I'll tell you.
There is not a soul in the world that can heal my thoughts,
except you.

Yet that power, that you have,
is weakening.

It's not my patience that grows thin,
it's my soul trying to protect me from harm.

Yet you only understand when you want to,
Most likely when you admit your love,
the moment you know the words you speak,
are the ones forgotten, with the alcohol at large.

Ahhhhh, how the sweet words soothe the pain,
unfortunately accepting the lie, that numbing the pain,
is only going to make me addicted to the numb emptiness.

To feel empty and numb,
Well let me tell you something.

It all happened,
You could have yelled back,
thrown something back.
Punched,
kicked,
SOMETHING

No one would hurt you,

especially with me  there,

Everyone knows that.

yet you still said,
"Stay the fuck away"

And your body cringed.

Unfortunately I am not stupid.

Miss you i will.
No doubt about that.

To anybody's curiosity.

She is smarter and better than me,
Meaning she is definitely better than you.

Then they say, "NO You don't know me!"

But I have been by your side for three years.

And I  believe our actions are an image of who we are.
I see you for who you are unfortunately and unfortunately.


But who we are today, is far from who we want to be.
I believe, only the people who truly love you, are the only ones who see your potential.

Not who you are,
but who you WILL be.

Enough typing.

Why did you walk away?
Where is that empowering women testimonial?


The first guy we took,
kinda weird.


I love you and fuck you for telling me to stay away.
But your wish is my command.

unfortunately.



Moving forward  has to be done.







Smile if you need my help.

4:24 A.M

I need to be more careful with the words I choose to accept. Sometimes it is nice hearing these sweet lies.

Lies
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Typing it so much, I question whether that is the right way to spell it. I chose this,
I didn't know it was like this.
Fuck it, This is what I want,
unfortunately.
Captain hindsight has no purpose here.

All I have to figure out is, which thoughts Are mine?
Throw everything at me at once,
but I sure as fuck cannot say anything.

What a good trained puppy I  have become.
That's just the sad reality.
Or what it seems like. sometimes when I think too much.

I have to get my shit together,
but who am I kidding.
There is nothing here for me,

All I want, (ed)
Just some selective company.
And I smile as I type this.

It's incredible to see how much one can make me feel.
I don't think many have that capability.


She's better than me,
She's better than me.

Anchorman is a pretty funny movie.

My life is a joke, if I can be flat out honest.

I neglect my own family,
I hurt the ones that show me true love.

I really have mistreated my sister,
my brother,
I don't even know where me and him stand. We grew up together, we were on the same soccer team as kids.

Starting at the age of 5. He played striker, while I played defense. He was great, still is. But he let that go.
He is a stranger to me now.

My father sees me and I feel the shame.
I see the look of disgust.

My mother is losing her sanity day by day.
I shattered her Naive and Innocent world.
She looks at me, as if was smiling the whole time, as I watched myself slowly fade the happiness from her smile.

My younger brother,
hasn't spoken a word to me, it has probably been a year.

Crazy to think that he looked up to me.
It's remarkable when you see younger siblings follow the same footsteps that you accidentally stumbled upon, except their steps are deliberate.

And now......
I have nothing but my imagination to fill in the blank when I wonder, "How is my brother doing? That brother that I talked to everyday, Laughed with everyday. That brother that would listen when I would teach him about my experiences."

Where is he?


The only image my mother sees in me, is a portrait of a Man that only sparks one question, "How could you do this to ME?"

I don't know mother,
Apologizing isn't exactly my forte.

My baby brother, he just turned 5. April 4th was his birthday.

I don't like to think that anything is mine, except for my actions,
but when it comes to him....

When it comes to him,
All I can say,

is nothing,

There is no word in any language that can describe how much I miss him.

I would hold him so close to me,
and he would know,
He just would.

When his eyes would search for mine,
That adorable confused look he would give me when he needed me to explain something of importance to him.

When he would hurt himself, I would tell him, "If you cry over small bumps and bruises today, you're going to be in a lot of trouble when you get older"

He probably didn't understand what I said, I would like to think he did,  because he would stop crying.

A 3 year old can amaze you.

My baby sister, she is three now, she is going to forget about me.
That's the future that I do not want to be a part of,
but if we choose to survive, we must adapt.

So what am I doing, up another night?
early morning for some people I guess,
4 A.M. is my midnight.

Sitting in this house,
where memories are fading away from the crayon marked walls.
Holes in the walls that remind me of the times I lost my temper and ran my fist through them.

I am sitting alone,
Alone
alone
alone
alone
alone
alone
alone
alone
alone
alone
alone
alone
Alone
alone
alone
Alone
alone
Alone
alone
alone
Alone
Alone
alone
alone
alone
alone
alone
alone
alone
alone
alone
alone
alone
alone
alone
alone
alone
alone
alone
alone
alone
alone

I don't feel alone,
I don't feel lonely,
I don't feel,

I am.

It's not a sad reality to me,
I have friends,
I have some really good friends,
Pretty much to summarize,

My friends are cooler than yours.

So if this seems like me complaining,
then it probably is.


Let it all spill, knowing more than half is bullshit,

Not for me,
I always remember my words,
especially when I mean them.

Why do you choose such specific words,
just to later tell me they were not true.

I am way to far in my head,

I need to lighten up.

I really do,

I need to focus on myself,

Perhaps try to be selfish more often.

I guess that is my goal for tomorrow.
Be more selfish.








How can I be selfish when I love her more than I love myself?

















Deep thoughts,

do not like sleep.

Or at least won't let me.

Change the world
By changing yourself,
which changes the people around you.
Pun intended.
So now you're in a new group,
with you're new self,
and everyone believes in your changes,
Now your whole group has changed,
Circles grow,
we know that.

New people are introduced the way I will be.
Minds that think alike,
speed up the process,
everyone is working for one purpose.
Progress,
success.

Bullshit,
all of it.






No Mercy For The Wicked.




















Our eyes,
               Just yours and Mine.

Fade

Something,

In the air, or so.

"Back to normal" is the same as living forever.

To aim for a goal that is unachievable. It's the drive, the chase, which makes people feel content.

Regardless of where they are headed. As long as they are going somewhere,
They feel,

Purpose.

can you feel it?

What changes once you question the root of your purpose?
is it tragic, that the only result is figuring out, there is no real purpose?

But of course there is,
I see it everywhere I look.

I look through my peripheral,
I wait, and pretend that I am not.

I pretend for myself.
but who am I kidding?

There isn't anyone in the room?
Yet I still don't act freely,

Hilarious, so unsure of yourself, always discussing,
what you are observing.

People only see gain and loss.

They hurt when they lose,
They get happy when they gain.

That is where emotions kick in.

Some people don't have the awareness of gain or loss.

They just feel, and act,
Impulsive.

Almost.

Not quite though.

Is there more credit due to our subconscious?
Are we really programmed to just act accordingly?

Are we only driven by our Basic survival instincts?

Selfless,

I feel it.

Yet I deny it.

I deny its existence.

I tell myself I don't matter. It's the big picture, its humans as a whole.

How are we so fucked up?

Celebrate poverty,
Cheers to criminal activity,
Salute the Troops who fight the war for the politician's jaw clenching Greed.

Lead the troops, for your cause.

Minds are torn,
Souls are washed away, into the gutter.
As if they never existed.

For the cost of what exactly?

Can anyone in the room tell me the real answer?

No, because the question itself splits the room in half.

Lets establish two sides, and come to an agreement. They refuse to agree,
We have to make them see!

They cannot see?

Well they have to feel what I feel.

You cannot feel?

What is wrong with you?
There is something wrong with you!

How can't you agree?

I have to make you see for the greater good,

Yes, the greater good. I feel it now, Purpose.

I understand it now, i am responsible, because I know what you know not.
Progress demands everyones blood,
And if one refuses to draw, then we all lose.

And we cannot lose.

And I know you do not agree, but I'm sorry I must.
Overcome your will, with mine.

For good things,

DONT FIGHT BACK!
ITS FOR US!

YOU'RE BEING SO FUCKING SELFISH!

IT'S NOT MY FAULT I SEE WHAT YOU CANNOT!
I HAVE TO!

I'LL KILL YOU IF I HAVE TOO! IT'S NOT ABOUT YOU!
IF YOU HOLD US BACK YOU ARE THE ENEMY, YOU ARE THE MONSTER!
YOU ARE WHAT IS EVIL.






so now we wage war, because we disagree,
because I know better than you do.

Because I know so.

So foolish,
so painful,

to see the effort to save, being the cause of destruction


of family's
of friends
of Lovers

of all innocence.


loosen your grip,
not to drop your weapon.

But to hold her hand.

We are so far lost, that fighting for or against has lost meaning.

There is no right cause to fight,

Except for truth.

and truth alone.

What is the truth?

There is no absolute.


So what can I fight for?

For her.

I'll have my last word be heard.

only to her ears.


There is no victory in this fight.

only memory.

Please don't let me fade.

Clouds

Constant state of not being able to understand,
or to grasp.
It's almost as if there is nothing left to be said,
Everything has been heard, and understood.
We have made our choices,
So why do we refuse to live by them?

We say things, we mean,
Just to never acknowledge the words that we spoke?

So how honest are these words?
How much meaning do they hold?

Don't we get tired of such actions?
The worst is to feel repetitive.
So do we just stand in silence?

It's starting to feel not enough,
it never was, why should we believe it to be so?

Even anger feels foolish now.
A drunken text seems so diluted.

Have we plucked the freshest fruit,
And watched it rot in front of our eyes?
Without even taken a bite?

What good can come out of this?
Can anything happen, good or bad?

There is no restart button,
there is no fresh start.

We all know that, getting away must be the key?
But everywhere I look,
It seems so dark and empty.

Even laughter sounds like a crazy man's scream for help.

Who's name do you call when at your lowest?
Most desperate?
What face will make it all okay?

I understand, but choose not to.

I don't have an option.
There were non given to me.

I know what I want,
And I know how to take what I want.

But I refuse to be so selfish,

I would rather be Alone,
Than to be comfortable and unhappy.

Our days pass, one seemingly as useless as the other?
How do I make use of my day?

How do I seize the day?

I know, But I don't act on it.

Why?

Have I lost all sense of purpose?

I need fresh blood.

I need new meanings.

Why slave away?

Death at the cost of Life.

Continue.
please,
I'm Listening..

But as time passes, I have realized you do not listen to your own words,

All you hear, is the reaction on my face.
And you will say whatever it takes.

The situation cannot be simplified,

There will never be a goodbye,
just the memory of the last time we spoke.

Memories haunt,
until we choose to block them.

But as our guard slips,
our grip tightens.

Hearing words which send blood rushing,
Heart quickens its pace,
you beg for them to know your thoughts through what your eyes scream in desperation.

But we all remain calm,
with hope for tomorrow,

or with hope of an exit.

Whatever comes first,
we take.

And we hope it's not the exit.

Cloudy,
It has been for quite sometime.

When will the sky clear up and direct us towards the proper way?

Unfair,
is just another excuse people use,
when being out maneuvered.

There is no such thing.

Yet hope remains,

As long as we tell each other so.

one day,
I will change,
I promise.

I just hope you are there.

We Are Alive

everyday,  everyday,

they say, they say.

Slow down, you do not want to miss a moment, I promise.

We're so gifted, YOU are so gifted.
Anything, is ours, no need to make it, No need to take it. It already Is.

Take a step, a small step, yet the most important one.

to leave it all behind, just to see what the other side holds.
Damn, curiosity can be a thing of beauty all on its own.

Let nothing, hold you back.
It will only hold you back, if you, only you,
Let it.

The only realistic obstacle, is myself?

Yet, I let,
All the outside pressures, Influence my thought.

Why do I let it?
Do I really have such low control of my own well being?

Well that can change very easily.
It will change, with the start of fresh ink and a new page.

Hope, hope, Hope.

Dream, accomplish, work, admire, and be humble.

But my thoughts are so loud,
It's hard to be humble.

To be young and full of potential,
Is a gift that we all have,

Except for those who were not granted such attributes.

Awareness is a gift,

A gift that only you can give yourself.
and you can never return it,
You can never forget it.

It stays with you, now take it and run.

Stop staring at it, stop stalling,

Conquer the world!
Be determined, to help more than yourself!

They say, there is no such thing as a selfless act,
Carry out a selfless act, just to prove me wrong.

Matter fact, I will prove myself wrong.

Of course there is,
If one chooses, than impossible, is very within reach.

Feel the energy around you,
Absorb the freshness,
The night time, filled with so much darkness and beauty?

I mean have you seen the stars?

Have you looked up?

And were you then able to not look up again?
Realize we are nothing, just to justify we were meant for everything.

Humble, to be that.

So very difficult.
So if I become to loud, know that I am still humble.

I have just chosen an alternate definition.
I know the truth, there is no absolute.
There was never a forbidden fruit!
We can have them all!
As long as we are having them, not just I.

Aye captain, let this ship sail, and only the wind directing us to our destiny.

For we are young,
We cannot be old.

We do not have it all figured out,
There is much left for our minds to see,

Reach, way past your limits.
Way further than you were supposed to.

Way higher than they told you.

And smile,
You have such a beautiful smile.

You will never find love,
If you are not willing to be loved.

Take the risk of a potential heartbreak.
Its okay to feel dependent,
As long as someone says they'll catch you if you fall.

And if you trust them, and yet you still fall.
Feel the ground, the bottom, Your roots.

And get up, not just physically,
Get up seriously.

With electrifying energy,
With hunger,
With desire,
Because it's still there.
It will always be.
Do not suppress,
Do not regret.

Tell the future about how you were the wildest of them all!
Encourage thought,
Encourage Love,

We have much left to live,
Let no one tell you anything less,

Only listen if they offer you everything More.

I'm tired of waiting,
I'm tired of debating.

Today is the day.

Tonight is the Night.

For we all,
Yes,


We Are Alive.

Just one sec, lemme finish my thought then its your turn, I don't promise.

Come and take me sleep,
and away into my dreams.
It really is my fault. No point of saying that I should have known better.
a  part of me will always believe, but even that part, seems to be on life support.
One person just doesn't get it, while the other person keeps the truth to themselves. There really is no point in trying to figure it out.

The truth is kept away selfishly.

Moving on or whatever the fuck, that's not what happens, you simply miss each other, the timing never feels right.

When there is doubt,

can't even finish the thought, stuck in a cage with limited words.

Fucking ridiculous.

One too many times, is not enough,

you have to chain him, before you turn him into a monster,

or else he will cause more damage than you inflicted.

But that's the point right?

The other person needs to end it so you don't have to?

There are no ends here, only direction.

I've taken mine plenty of times, with my mind changing plenty of times.
I hope I get it right, I really do.

Nonsense Nonsense.
was it not?
dance in a room where the shadows cover the acts, and the minds drift across the empty souls which we inhibit.

One day, I say, One day you'll look back and wonder,
But that day never comes, it never has,

Its only the thought that comforts.
Why can't I believe my lies? As well as the man standing next.
Looking,
watching,
seeing,

Just a body, with no mind,
seeing the possibilities, regardless of what's to come.

Yet we still dance, we always do.
Who says no to a tune that feels so true.

Such an evil trick we all have mastered,
it makes it all feel so magical.

Moments are created by the spell,
such a misleading spell.

But who comes out on top?
And does it even matter?
Mankind has fallen while the few have watched it all,
No reason to believe the few remain sane.
They see it for what it is,
They hear it for what it is.

Watching your steps as i move closer,
yet every step i take closer, you step away.

And you tell me you're not paying attention.
Oh goodness, the curse that I love, is the curse that I chose,
blindly, In a room filled with gifts,

At first, it seemed.
So malicious,
How can't you call this art?
It moves me, regardless of where,

IT DOES,

how can you not feel it?
embrace it?

Make it seem so, regular?

so fucking regular?

Like meaning is the last thing it holds,
The most precious thing, and here comes a person, picks it up and finishes it.

Devours it,.

Then throws the corps, away from sight.

Away from memory,
away from existence.

No meaning,

Yet I walk, hold the remains,
Breath,

how it could have been avoided,

Yet free will is magnificent.

Where you can place blame on everything, and still believe it's you who caused it.

Yet the earth promises me light, it promises me warmth, it asks one thing.

Just make it through the night.

Try to tell me I need help,
fuck you, I never acted like I didn't know that.

I see purpose, just not in the near future.
I want it, i need it. more than ever.





To start fresh, what a lie so many believe, what ruined it?

I wonder what ruined it.

I wonder,

you tell me words, that mean nothing to me.

You give me thoughts, which interrupt my sleep,

You gave me a feeling,

Feelings,

Feel

how to explain? without using touch smell taste hearing seeing.

Its not what I see,
I have heard all the bullshit before,
I have tasted your poison willingly,
I have felt your sides while my eyes were shut moving slowly
while your scent filled my thoughts with,

with,

Feelings,

Feel.

What do we feel?

What do we want?

Why don't we want.

Fuck it, I don't give up, I'm just done trying to make excuses.

It's my fault really.

I'm the idiot. I saw it from a mile away, yet I still ran the mile to quote on quote double check if I thought I was right,
in reality I just gave myself a bullshit ass excuse to move closer.

I knew, so fuck me for being the idiot.


You have got to be kidding me.


Absolutely hilarious,

I know I know, Stop being a bitch,
I gotta work on that.

I found the surface before,
And I have also drowned before,

Can't give you too much credit.

But when there is credit due,
well I guess cheers to you.

One sleeps well while the other is fucked,

Well I'm fucked since day one.

Now I'm realizing there is not much light at the end of the tunnel.

Fuck it, ill still walk till I reach the end,

Anyone is more than welcome to join.

I never gave a fuck where the end is, I'll tell you what though, It'll be one hell of a life.

These scars are just the stage we are setting, wait till we shake the earth and let people know the presence, of life.

But for now,

I'll try to not be a bitch.








Godamit.