I an living i
n a little sirkle o
f hell made just for me. There is no r
hyme or reason to
anything.
As soon as yu figoore
out the rules
they change
and suddenly everything is
different
with the bal
ence ov chaos
constantly battli
ng for space in your head
and you should never get comfortable because as soon as you do
the rules change
and nothin
g stays the same
there\'s no consistency
theres know consipcency
fllip
flop
flip
flop
flop
no
because there\'s a pattern in that
there\'s coomfort
knowledge
there is known and
unknown
and the unknow
n is the key
so please stop
stairing
at me
my face is too consistent
Things change
the things that change grow
shrink
or maybe even grow
but you
prey to
your god that
he know\'s what he\'s doing
Beca use he seams
to hate my consistency
and since it\'s his fault
He should have two live
in this state
of absolute
disorder