Tres Dangereux

Explosive grey matter always being a difficulty for you, surveyer of truth, infinyity, and spacial distribution. Who are you, and who do you want to be? I sit here knowing that the right half of my body should be on fire. I am in and out of the struggle here. Half alive, half dead. Paramedics outside so much to blame with 3 cop cars of police. They work in synchronicity, illegally. Complete insanity around me and in that profession, actually. Butchery and barbarism are prerequisites for these lovely EMS hounds. Oh well, I got here in time and now they leave. All around make the wrong decisions, but I will continue on a road that IS yielding profit in my own relationship with myself. I do not want to give my energy to the systems that create a sense of listless boredom of brain circuitry. Why munch, when you can bite? Do you want to come with me, Jeremial, or do you want to stay here with the starlings left to dine on your facial carion every day? Come, grab my hand and play with THEIR grey matter today. Do you want to be deranged or even complain about wannabees like this catching you in a tisnit? I think that you want to party with me in any vicinity we see fit to house us actually. Let's just know that I dodged 52 bullets today. They are not sentimental, they are congregational, you are not. Use your TRAINING to wack that mole to hellish existance. It was not confusion, you were just purusin. Write uptight today and see your way of breakin it down that does not concern me. Be free of misfortune and become the analogy. Your chance is NOW before YOU cannot see.