shakey coffee mornings.
waking up with a passsive reluctance to tolerence.
incriminating involvment inside off a relm of self retardence.
incriminate those around me. with thoughts sour and sin infested.

an era off giving the unfortunate dreams we forced them to want to weave.
a studdering streaming screaming inner conchince that has me huvering over porslain. well into the evening i sit passivly screaming.
copywriten materials. TP. 03 :guy