the gig is up. for now. silent disgruntlings make their way into the ether and handwritten pages. the tension runs so deep, when i grind my teeth i can feel the ghost of wisdom past manifesting into soft calcium carbonate...bone tearing quietly through the ridge of post molar flesh. medical anomaly. beautiful mutant. genetic defect.
blame your parents. why couldn't i win the lottery?

illustrated freak. an unbeliever willfully choosing a self inflicted stigmata. some people like drinking vinegar. not asceticism, but transcendence. no public civilization toppling stunts; a silent anti-nihilist reverie of the self. the grinding in an opposite direction. counter frictions. more true than any faithful. i know about pain and suffering and being cold...but...lets not be so naive. round too comes swiftly. look down because you are elevated. spit out the seeds, get that core and stem out of your mouth, pick up that chisel and keep moving...