More Man Than I Can Stand (Fire Back)

My brushstroke is wide and surprised today. Knowing nobody leaves anybody a possibility. I am not insane. I know that I work alone and no one has ever stood up for me. My writing is an analogy of what I would like to be. People do not have fully formed personalities. Abilities substitute and form mystery in the land of silence. If people spoke to me more directly, I would live in a dark cave at this point. Knowing what's in store is all of you. I will not love the limelight until I am away from most people on the planet. I need true privacy to know what I actually want to share with others. Hot sexy does not vex me, but I must straddle a line with the mysticals with powerful VIOLENT rituals my way. I can look you in the eye and call the play, but I may just step aside and make another man my bride. Your thought is -you are the man. Up down theory understand. Most submissive is the upperhand. I am not mean. I give boundaries to the cruelest people on the earth. You are all delusional if you think that anyone is listening. I turned the key, and he is a symphony. Vexed and text since day one, his vision quest ended with me somewhere in a tree. He has found the family plot of woods. Stag is his enemy there. He sees the earth changes and creates a space for academic love and affinity in this moment. Wide open is his brain. Complete knowledge of the insane is now in his little wired notebook.