The Come Down (i know i cannot keep skirting)

I will try to keep this brief.  There is a lot on my heart and my focus, my eye focus is getting, cheap.  I will have to rebut this hard when my eye focus is getting better.


A story of betrayal.  Yan, ayn, yan yan, ayan,.   Let me do that better: yan yan yan,

Bad rehearsal.

Allow me to do that better.  Punching keys like putting a fist into water.

Blank faces.

Allow me to o that better.  It's funny to see my fingertips mashing things up into words because I cannot hit words into words by accident.

It's funnnnnnny to do that and well there should be a comma inside there but there isn't because that is just how it happens oh fuck!   Time's out for////  fpr what growing conscio0usiouts of, growing conscioutious of.....  growing consciouscious of ....  did i still not spell it right???? growing conscious of the spinny things?

This is the come down,  /'  Comining down off of cutting,  Coming down off of consciousness.  Coming down off fo consciousnesss.   Coming down off of consciousness and coming down off of mobility.  Coming down off of the abukuty to come at folks and understanding yhsy with coming at peoople.... coming at people requires a certain something out of you.  A certain something that I have shut off from myself that I do no and should never be turned onnn again no matter ther input.

Yes I am drunk, but no matter.

I can drive. There is no one I  can't ew

RIP RIP RIP RIP CANCEL

THERE IS NO ONE I CANT REACH.

I ALWAYS COME IN BLOOM.

Focus.

Focus.
















I always hate boundaries.

I fear for the day I forget them and who I will hurt when I do.

Imagining myself in court

attempting to explain my actions

and unable to scribe

reasonable doubt.