Still wearing my psych ward bracelet.

Words words words blood blood blood.

And so the day may take what was lost on the other side of earth to the calming presence of the unnecessary peace pipe.

It carries with the perpetual motion force.

For boxers with poems are like monks with stun guns and leaving everyone dazed might just be a crime above the masses of the masses where does this truth rest.

So we go on in this And, But, May, fact check uninspiring assuming inspired more so morose love to f**k spark of romantic interest.

Author's Note

havent written in years, rushed through this but if you take your time and read it and help me get back on my feet i would appreciate it
thanks