Poet. Pvnk.
Social movement my ass. Most of us can barely read and the rest all believe in the gospel of corporate truth. Skewed and screened infotainment to uphold and magnify the frail myth of modern democracy.
I don't have the lung capacity of riding a bike as means of transportation.
Cometh night, cometh nightmares of impending doom again.
Whatever cracks these walls. I raised my fences high. I built them for a reason. My anger wall will hold. All bridges burnt. All sight blurred. The future obscured. Never mind the cracking walls.
Like a Japanese girl with a taste for absurdity, roped up and screaming for more..