this is the point in the gradient where i metamorphosize into my violent being, evolving into a beast unlike any other. the world here is quite strange and involves strange people and odd love affairs and you can't really blame me for wanting to be a part of this system of ill guidance even if i don't want to be another false prophet, i want to preach the gospel truth in this bruising wasteland of a country and if only someone would listen, anyone would listen and that's the whole struggle isn't it? constantly changing my ways and my words but not these old views. lures of poetry and pretty words will make you come closer and you will stay for the warm feeling and odd revelation you may acquire after listening to some sarcastic rapper on youtube like a hippie or fangirl obsessing over something stupid. not everything is as gay as you make it out to be. i'm bloody sick of this cocoon already, get me out of here.
