I think I'd be better off without me:
it's so obvious why did it take so long to figure out life isn't meant to be lived. the world would rather be left to the bugs and dust let the bees fight the yellowjackets and the cockroaches argue with ants let the lions eat antelope and the owls mark the snake.
we've all but overstayed our welcome and who knows Death is eternal ecstasy...
try to blow your own whistle it isn't easy:
repurposing reality for history seems like printing money on worthless paper instead of coining gold for beer and bread now as we all know for certain the only things that trickle down in America is piss shit and toxic bliss...
words from the future written about the past we've only just begun to live. divine inspired verbosity I'm no longer protected hidden within ignorance from others they are awake alert curious interested now growing more suspicious of me my quiet inward gaze chasing time to light it's like each website has its own unique personality my offspring progeny virtual legacy I leave to the world instead of procreating flesh and spirit and blood and freewill I post a space and name it and make it shine like a new star to the night sky...
