and the simple fact ismy passionis lackingthe gold standardbackingmeaning there is nomeaningjust actingno understandingonlytime passinganddying seems to methe only natural reaction.wrinkles sprinklemy canvasabused byunsteady handsfootprintsforgottenin the sandsof a landin which i've been exiledand desertedi no longer focuson ifi deserve thisi focuson the wordingof the gifts/cursesthe fine print oflovers and murderersand how absurd it isto furtherthisthe ditch digging of relativityis the trench that protects us actually a grave?are we slaves to civility?i wantiwantifuckingWANTa free lesson in humilityi wantto be neededand i need for you tofeel me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~when whodini made friends it was well spoken.