Danger from others provoked a change in my internal law. i was no flawed creature, but the unpersuaded sure made their case with their brutality. they tied me to a fence, began thrashing the life out of me. if the meek deserve to jubilee, in what bodies are we to defend our selves and supple registers of bonum. its time to confess i was never cruising for this bruising but maybe just cruising toward a rapid intercession of effervescent affection that could gift a beneficent fever among us.
angels arrived to in hospitality, and hear my body still groan in that aftermath.
i am my desire. grew up a screw up but bucked up a fuck-up, each thing i took into my nine holes was rotting, obviously.