Friday Thoughts

anarchy post

The consistency of thoughts

Oh my mental illness

loving to be cured

curing is a working progress, a progress of substances

substances of joy orally injected and swallowed.

Am I making progress?

Taking care is my proactive mission

me myself and I will be better soon

soon enough for dropping nectar of code.

For the joy of the zombies I will cure myself

witnesses of my shadows they will be.

To be for them is not to be enough

and being so good on that… killing their useless time…

A time of an era of loss and mental regression

wrapped and filled with golden dominion
the economy diktat era opinion.
Break in and infringe with spanks of joy

really is the only reason why

to keep myself alive

instead of

All the rest can fucking die.

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