Picking up all of the pieces of myself still
Deja vu
Deja vu
Deja vu
Essentially alone again
My mind always wanders back to you
and you
and YOU
You influential fucking bastards!
At least now I know that its not me, nor figments in the brain that is up in my head
If I could learn to think from my sexual epicenter instead of continuing forth with the big fat scientific lie by wearing out my eyes , then they could never talk their shit about my essence
Like saying that I am crazy
That I shot up too much dope
That I am delerious
Delusional
Brain-dead
All of these things and more they have already said somewhere along the line of living thats mine
I suppose that they must see themselves somehow sitting in some spiritually divine throne of some sort
I would give them room to retort, but that would render me sleepy, restless, or bored
So, I have found out for a fact by this point in my game that its just best to consider their breath as useless vapor, and, thus, their opinions are ignored...
Talk is cheap and I cannot afford even that
The one hat that had put me on blast has been stolen, along with quite a few other items that they cannot possibly hope to adopt painlessly
As long as they latch on to my belongings, then they can rest assured that they will never feel comfortable, let alone lucky and carefree
They will never rest
Nor relax
Nor find peace
I was thrown outside to the wolves after paying way more than my dues
I guess that\'s what I get for insisting upon being added to the lease
My thoughts and memories are not memoirs that can just fade away
My damaged heart was reborn via technology, but its ability for acceptance will never come back to crimson from its new shade of charcoal grey
Not much more that I can say in that regard
Now I need to snap back and these fucking employees need to get their heads out of their rectums and stop treating me like I am a God damned retard
I have every right to make my own cake and this time I am eating it all by myself
Until I get my hedgehog and/or find a new man
I am living my life the way that I choose and I am the only one who can work the pen that draws my blueprint with the only soul that can create my game plan...
6/17/2016