I exist. & sometimes, when I’m lucky, I also live.
I long to be a lot of things, but these things fly away from me in the blink of an eye. I, on the other hand, have been dreaming of them for thousands of years while sleeping in the dragon’s lair.
Sometimes my words are pretentious, but can you blame me? The whores like it when they’re abused, as long as something beautiful comes out of it. Whose standards we are aiming for, I do not know. It’s a tag team, though, with words and me. I don’t always have a handle on them, as sometimes they do not want to be handled, but what we make is magic, according to our standards. Fuck what society says; they’re not unicorns.
I honestly and truly don’t know what I’m driving at, or if I’m driving to anywhere at all. Maybe if I had written this while high, I’d be absolved of my sins. Forgive me, Father, for I do not know what I’m doing.
This was made only as a filler for a parent page where I plan to dump all my other pages regarding me as a human being. Well, in a way I guess that explains a lot about the shit I wrote