Is that Denial? Ha.
I crack myself up.
Sometimes I talk too much. Tell too much. No filter, no breath. Pour it out all over the place, really just the feet of a select few, I catch em while looking down. I know it's not cool. It thins out like steam. Hits like foamed milk. Someone's been spendin too much time around coffee. Gotta get back to internalizing sometimes.
but I crack myself up.
Humpty Dumptying all over the place.
On some quest. I'm sorry but I cannot sell the book about the boy I loved. He always said Realize, Real lies, with Real Eyes.
I'd rather get shitfaced, but not really. but then i do
Practicing Dementia.
but this week,
well,
there ya have it.
