manifesto on self help.
oh child did you know you are worth something
even in our lack of brilliance when you are kicked to the ground when you are up on a fence when youre feeling within that violent struggle, to place in a pan you heart and your hands to do as the devil or God would command im feeling so heavy like a summers dream coming over me between the 6 pointed leaves and talk so brief of what we discovered about the last supper.
when you dont own up to what you'd become or wished to see still seems to be staring back in every reflection in glass or water. to cleanse this sober. so im coming clean from this misery im repleding my heart over to the bedpan stoved as a waiting stricture, to get the picture. is it that im grieving for my own persistence of bad ideas. and know that what happened there in that hospital bed was nothing more than a act of instint but nothing happened, nothing happened there. as you lied back down and shut your mouth saying please stop kissing my neck here this isint happening i didnt enter my name in that page to write i love you dear, lets make dinner.