Beat. My chest. Chess game stong. Lacking in pay. Tense. Chamellion patterns. Wavy and blurry. Never going anywhere. All ways in a hurry. Last night I was alone and I hate my fucking self. Don't feel like I know who I am or rather wish to be. The part of me that hangs me up refuses to just die. My faults weigh me down like rocks in my pockets. Virginia wolf cry like howl at the moon. Monsoon in the dark and I'm a baffoon and baboon. Monkey going bannanas don't wanna talk cept sign languaey don't laugh at things or listen it stings it not funny like Farley and Suazey. Lazy spiritual pray pray pray and I lost something out there this jungle all day makes my cray cray crazey. Get it out a wise one told me once and here I go again. Shitty drafts of daft. Punking out on life inside despite outward appearance. Truthfully I'm dead in here foot on the gas no steering.
