You'll Never Be Heard From Again

I sit in a seat that never aches of power. I am the nothing of the everything around me. I move, but I am finding pain stacking up against me today. So many axes with terminal suffering. As I write, the grey day outside speaks of nothing as well. I feel the worms in my brain crawling into other universes. Being a being is difficult when you FEEL, actually. There is confusion and dissociation today. My memory is cutting out on me, and it is difficult to answer questions. I am less than, and you are more. Hours become days and there is no connection at all. An overflow of the demonic, in vicinity, leaves me listless and lacking of a muse. I feel nothing pain and every part of my body is freakish and shameful. How do I shed this light today? I try to listen to the songs on PANDORA and beat with the thoughts that communicate something of the loyalty of royalty. I shall progress as HE does regress daily. I WILL win. You are out on the street tonight. You have no idea how powerful my "friends" are in the industry GUY. No one in industry will ever protect you again. L.A. ain't your kind of town. NYC is worse. I guess that burst is the reality muse coming through. Too bad, so sad DAD!