Breaking the Ice

Hey Boo what up with yo?.  I feel an icy wind of delusion from media about you in general and other DOC.  Do not listen.  Be impermiable.  I love your hair that way.  Movie Dark Zero Thirty was long and blah blah in accuracy.  You see through.  Why help other people?  Agency ain't much of anything today.  Contact with any agency like that is futile.  Let's fight them comically.  Take out their imagery and sexuality.  I feel the constriction today.  The fear is not you.  See what they are doing.  Don't tell me.  I love your parady, unconsiously.  It's okay to be a little terrified that nothing is real.  Just know that your environment is real, and deal with that.  No LSD, crack, or PCP and you will W I N every time.  Encouragement is my forte.  Do you want to just be with me as I lie quietly in my chamber?  What can I do to quell the flutter?  I wish to be with yee.  To be free to know yee publically.  I sound my voice and hear your moan.  Waking separately draws from me an aching poetry.  People know not me.  I know not you.  Can we be a mercy to the wounds of the other without listening to another brother?  The words can mingle in that space in the heart that soothes and cools the atmosphere and finds me actually sleeping at night.