gold is spiking.
i'll always be striking~
vehicles, lights striped, stripping black darkness before sunrisings
- roar โ loud because?ย
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 meย
sick.
ย
the world's pressures as mocking and detestable.
their pressure's poisonous. debased, not even imperfect.
my routine is relatively strong.
i wanna grow โ (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:
compulsivelyโฆ
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.