In the anguish and equation. Non. Repeating. Nothing so highly open to the media of as self proclaimed genius. So I disassociate. Your subconscious pathetic attempts of rebirth as a minuscule grandiosity. Challenge of self and horror to fit into outline of the ongoing joke. If in you shines all light of the holy the others stumble fall behind.
Wondrous mind. Where the fueled abortion of thought comes and penetrates. As a part of non participant relativity. REVELATION! The judgment of self penetrating control kills me!
I AM A VIOLANTE EXPRESSION OF SELF AMBIVILANCE OF YOUR PROJECTION!
Truth or Dare. Who is insane? On the carpet of hair and cum, slightly twisted arms and blistered, bruised knees. Stumble. Air. Are you having a panic attack? Same story. Medication. Smoke. Drugs. Medication. Smoke. Alcohol. 15 again. 99 again. Split in the middle. Post Op. Pre Op. SMILE. SMILE. SMILE! The world is beautiful place. In concrete resolution center. Pressing the weak - turned strong. Who are you the holy drifter of self-pity. Arrogance. Fairytales tell us there is darkness in this world, untouched. Censored. Self control.
Good night and god bless,
Queen of Disorder