About to go to the store but I shouldn't.
Telling on myself because no one will know the difference.
It's another grind and I'm trying to recall enough about the T. O. S. to keep it clean,
I know I can at least see some of the lines
doesn't much matter.
I want to talk about things but those things must be hidden.
It doesn't seem right to only go a quarter way.
There's not many I can speak to on some of it
had to pull a companion from inner space ("Nothing wrong")
just how it started.
Humans want to make things about bodies.
I suppose I have some obsessions with mine to work out, witch is part of it.
Vague vicinity can only take me so far, even with the help of my entity.
We can bark about it on the porch
but the support is a little too much to endure.
I'm just not good at playing on the edge,
I want to take a running jump- "But that's not the smart."
Little things keep me grounded in weird ways
I want to get pounded in weird ways,
violence displayed to me in a controlled situation
chasing
some sort of something
i don't know what it is or what's the combination.
Could be trying to work out some kinks.
"So slick, girl."
"Yeah, I know. 'i should have a shirt like a wet floor sign to let everyone know accidents can happen; i stay so slippery.' "
Could be trying not to blink when I squint
can't see it from this angle, getting closer just makes it darker.
Could be trying to counter my black edges with clown paint,
Tent's empty, we lost our barker.
Never really had one,
never liked self-promoting and saying the name over a beat.
Repetition will drive you crazy if it doesn't get me first.
I turn off sometimes,
it isn't as easy as I'd like with no aim,
but that's another way it just has to be.
See, I need this.
Can't help it.
Probably could, but won't so "can't".
a rash of private songs,
i mean, hell.
not like anyone really pays attention. But they will.
Trying to keep up a certain image and these meanderings don't really help
except for me.
So I keep it private for the intended audience.
The way things are going, it is getting hard to project the course correct.
wait.
already said that.
lifted the first time and just spilled out the next.
I went to this dispensary day before yesterday.
I like how clean it feels
but they don't have any prices lately.
There was a transgirl at the counter trying way too hard.
Like. "yo. I can't deal with this" and bounced.
I guess that's part of why I quit, it just wasn't convenient.
that's why the other shop is more like home,
because they tend to be open when I want and they usually deliver.
Except for those edibles.
I ate them all and didn't feel a thing until I hit the vape.
So yeah, don't do drugs.
Drugs are bad.
They are illogical, which is part of the attraction.
It is a variable that can be affected and can help alter basic code,
just have to be careful not to delete anything too important.
I think that is my only actual bad habit.
My occasional Purge.
here we are, the end.
it happens so fast
when we arrive.
