properly writing, impossibly writhing, contorting my body til portions of it start to bend like a pretzel would forming that shape until I break away when I’m served on a plate and it settles good happily finding I’m clashing with titans for that in a chemical bath of Kronos’ stomach acid that metaphor as if to say what happen is whether the loss of my mind or some dumb sense of triumph in rhymin and rappin it’s hard to create when existence at stake every break of the day, when I look in my face and let it fade away then I’m reading a book or encasing my brain in stimulation as if I have it made is it simulation or a way that I play myself, when I do nothing on my days off I’m afraid start to daze off and my brain is on highest shelf i could probably reach it but I remain speechless, brain dead and genius praise God and pain and my mental health a wonderful thesis to contradict meaning stay on in my lane like I’m sent to help find that there’s so much more to read between the lines i remember when I’d watch Between The Lions I’d realize as a little kid that there is more than meets the eye if I could steer the vessel right i might find good ways to revise it, let it be something special or ignite it like it’s weed unbound, unwound, slow down right now i try to find the time to mind my mind right now is it mine? then how? no applause, no wows ought to pop off now and if not and I get lost I’m falling down, but never off life is a game like PlayStation is rather get face from day waitresses always feel so dismayed, guess it is something I could relate to breath, the wind i could have something to say, if I did what would pop out my brain? dumbest shit remember when you hadn’t fathomed atoms yet? had the magic and adapted in a way that makes you mad in retrospect? when things were simple and nothin happened yet? had imagined your imagination could’ve built a massive station of amazement, and instead the plastic nation took creation and they milked it for a thousand checks? a thousand threats a couple thousand severed necks wonder when it headed south instead of west beheaded in a crowd of fucking derelicts