answer me this, why?

there is no bravado, no lie. Taint ever more than wonderful, the smell of lavender.

God has such humor. Ha. So wonderful yet.

i smile because i have too.

Nothing can ever shake or change of come close to what’s inside.

(yes. the mind.)

To write is a way of communication as well as being the perfect conduit to dispose of insanity.

Are you a writer? Yes? No? (fuck it, it’s a freee word in which to die.”

Why?

Why write when a world is nothing more than a prison. An illusion. A purgatory of some religious bullshit?

To write means change.

To put letter to word brings clarity.

To , to. to.

too

two

(burp)

i love it.

(thanks God)