𝔰𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔱 𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫

gold is spiking.
i'll always be striking~
vehicles, lights striped, stripping black darkness before sunrisings
- roar – loud because? 

when i write, i get lost.
i don't know what i'll say.
when i write, i wander.
through what?
when i write, it's joyous. i don't need many periods. i make too many points.

this is when Nietzsche lost it.
I Worked Thru his whole Ecce Homo last night in my sleep.

the world makes me, has made me, will make me 
sick.
 

the world's pressures as mocking and detestable.
their pressure's poisonous. debased, not even imperfect.

my routine is relatively strong.
i wanna grow – (and i will).

this world is baffling, a gross machine.
they dont wanna wake up they dont they dont even my blood.
is boiling @ this.

i- sending these messages to Mars
another car roars down the road and i peel the shade back, (like i do, always do), and peek at their piercing FAKE lites.

will i be discovered?

i can't be sum charity
i'm full-blooded.
this dog barks every morning. he can't roar. cats rule.

how much muny can you make in a vacuum, bubble, privacy that is.

the only reason i'm creativity, myself i consider, is i'm a professional rule-breaker:
compulsively…
this is why my work exciting.
provoking anxieties in all u NPCs.

Drink Spring H20. Why Do You Hate YourSelf?
Why don't you learn? When will you NEver Learn?
Hello:

THIS IS A RANT.

THIS IS NOT 4 ANYONE. I HOPE NO ONE READS this.

That's my warning--disclaimer.

Last week, near 100 hrs of work.
everthng is work
everything.