Make it look like purple. Like. Not all about real.
In a sense, you’ve missed the gist
I work daily to heal the whoops and end up in the down.
where is the savior when I look around?
why do I ask questions for no other reason than its look on a blinky screen?
miracles abide. Hours go by as I struggle to take my time.
I’m fine. Heros notwithstanding I fall to my feet.
Stop for a minute an look at the face you’ve wriggled into for today’s
social marathon. 27 miles of “why am i doing this”
start a business and start a fight.
in the end, your capacity for rhetoric
will always make you right.