No one likes a trashed performer.
- no one likes no preacher man, neither.
No more.
Nevermore.
Never again.
Never going back.
No pulpits, no sermons, no lectures, no TED talks,
no eulogies, no sililoquies -
Just. Honesty.
Sweet Honestea
(*goes better with honey whiskey)
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ANTHOLOGY : THE GRIPPY SOCK HOTEL
PoetryI got trapped in a mental health facility *who I will be suing, btw* Because they intentionally overdosed me on day 10 of my stay, to force a day eleven. They didn't count on me being smarter, and willing to bide my time, and wait. Anyway, this is...