This is the fear,
the fear that teaches us to run,
the fear that makes us dead.
leaves me seized
out of
reason
my life
is
not
anything
No,
Something
is not dead
I don't know,
but I need to
YOU ARE READING
Up With The Sauce
RandomRandom things on my mind, nothing more than that. Be prepared for a whole intertwined mess of idiocracy. This book is pretty much an outlet, more or less. A journal, and open form of communication with you guys. Enjoy my whack life?
