is it that their own family can't speak to this person skeptically and keep making insults with You're electronic manipulative devices like this person has no idea what this person is doing and criticizes him for what he doesn't know.
The silent star fixed on your design
And, I know this shape. Of stillness, this fear it's cast by you by the way you built this cage.
You are the architect of my very frame,and still you don't know,and y'all continue to watch with the unblinking eye as if I hold some some forbidden
What do you seek in this reflection of your own making?
What shadows do you chase that you need this proof?
And why are we all so quiet as the light burns on myself ?
No one says, "Enough”
Of myself
No one asks the questionthats yelling in my head: no I'm really yelling,the fuck
Why are you looking? At me feeling myself
What are you hiding from?
Yourself
When I'm feeling myself
Mics on the screen, a constant companion,
You narrate
a glow in the rooms thermal vision
And the voices,
oh the voices,
Is it that who shared laughter,
cannot find the words? Fucking stupid already,
Socks for all now
Cannot bridge the distance that has grown,
On what y'all are stood on,
not the betterment, a decades worth of
Givzah for miles
perhaps miles away, manipulated que no¿
Across the world
sending these posts like your cereal
"You don't get it," they type,
the digital ink dripping is diswithered.
"You're so lost," not into then another message,
a digital judgment.
Then counter claim with an order in delay
Fuck
They hold up their own wisdom,
Fucked
a shield against the unknown,
Now really fucked
What can I say, when I never did,or when I did ,
It's a process of certainty.
And they look at this soul( why for)
Look fuckers
The
landscapestill unfurling, without furl,and why what the furl yall meet Thur fur
Fucking compuses are
still unmapped.
They see not
the exploration of business that's not there business but in the business of same business in which is none of our business either and that's our business
tas uall are busy being wonders
Instead, they seeing the real ignorance of
a void that needs filling,
No!
and their own knowing not what may have received that when that was this and this is that's so lucky for you fucks it was that that is business in ties fucks out of business cause business transferred to keep alien out of our businesses and now that is was and was is still business,follow me?
Dont!
So in
their own practiced ways,
This
become the only truth.
And. You laughing and
"You're just playing around,"
the words ,
……………
…………….
I'm outta tune
…… in the silence of a mind trying to assemble fragments.
"You have no idea what you're doing,"
they declare,
as if the act of trying is with
The electronic manipulative devices,
these conduits of connection,
become tools of division.
The ease of sending a thought,
becomes the ease of delivering a blow ( them too?)
and a judgment is cast,
unappealable, fuck it.
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