Spelling practice in the hall
Owes eve in exile now
Fast approaching nova Scotia
Never been before
I picked up a job today
Selling poison in a flying saucer
And I'm not sure if I will ever be found
Because I don't even know what I am
After
Affidavits of misfit mass misbehavior
Laborious
Lacking
In lust
Mistrust issues
Search warrants never
That's the issue
Lavatory
Tissue
Paper
Abandoned by myself and the struggle was never as hard as when I lost hope in the strength of my own resilience. It used to excite me to persevere but it has become unfortunately all too clear that the caviler is more in my imagination than my actions. Surrounding myself with lowered expectations and mistakes upon mistakes messed up I'm so fucked. The beginning is more than I can even swallow I'm headless like a zombie sleepy and hollow. Forgot what real life was and overexposed myself to my foes. John Does and trap whores.
LilHomie said, "No, eye aim sore y ewe must have a me." Con fused with and cussed and confused with wit so I'm... Body else. I have no middle name and if I did it certainly wouldn't be "fucking."
