i feel a sense of urgency to harness my energy, twenty years of disconnect blossomed into a wildfire. the limits of a picket fence are broken down by desire to live. go ahead and take your 3/4 stance and try to make it whole. i'd rather hang upside down, half-mast on a flag pole. there's a thought that's sent from our hearts that's dictated by the suckers that talk about power and hours in a week. and they don't care if it's sweet or sour. i'm moving up in a glass elevator. and i'm fine with being separated. • Ask me anything
I never meant to be a monster