this is close to the strangest thing ive done in years
writing for no purpose
no meaning
and no cause
and yet i love it
i love the way
my fingers flow
rapidly and
fluently
and all together as one
like as if this has never happened before
its seldom
that i keep it inside
no its not
its seldom that i let it out
i need to
breathe
tell the ghosts to
go away and stay out
for a day
im on vacation
and this trip is like no expierience you have ever seen.
who knows
in the next hell
i might be you antichrist
in the next haven
i might be your charles manson
also
i am his spawn
and i love it.
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