Taunted instincts… lowered expectations… spitful ashes of sticks..none i could tell…the smell of cinnamon after the blissful green juice…totally auss’m now ticking like a time bomb.. clocks ticking & an ounce of grieve i let the wind carry the loss til it dissolves..History repeats itself, lightning does strike multiple times, at me? yeah i think so.. My coloring book life is now reaching its full potential, wow i can bare feel the movement for this one dry, withering and oddest Monday of the author’s saga towards discovering the eternity of that feeling, the feeling of distortin, triple jet black insomnia.. classic.. one again he clawed his way towards an attempt to ponder that odd feeling that makes this world.. Stupid? They are stupid? non of their business.. people always have the damn time meddling with other people Goddamn business.. I asked you.. Just beacuse you have a boring life and an undefined sexuality makes you fiddle your thumb and them bleeting throats.. I aint famous.. i aint trying to grab one.. The author is an asshole.. damn right atleast i know what i want in life than screwing them former bffs.. they have a miserable life than me.. confused sexuality that couldnt even define “it’s” own.. considering the fuck got nuts.
now back to living colors.. the villain is thriving. the heroine thou unable to conceal the undying reality no matter if she breathes the helium air of
inconsideration & isolation..Its now a snowball effect.. Soon, once seasoned well, unaware, the villain will uncover whats behind the heroine’s mask.. maybe he doesnt need to at all.. Soul too deep.. he’s almost at it! Lingering…
Color my life with the chaos of trouble.. poof!!!