Sorry for the late night messages Always playing with my deficiencies The way I move is so important to me Instead of holding my hands up and praying Integration for integrity that can’t be made up time to face the problem As if I’m flooding face with make up Crayons all on table smash my face down layer after another make it look good but you look like ikea cupboards that’s right don’t fix the mess within your gutter if metaphorically the gutters your day to day struggle I’m still pushing down hustle pissing down funnels prooving sobriety for medication one addiction traded for another addiction I’m so damn frustrated preach equality but junkies are not in favour if I can just play the game with extra expressive nature till dark hits find me later high on some substance over emotional abuse over confused I would say he’s overdue face is blue track marks like he’s the real terry fox is that cruel like I give a fuvk about anything a heart will get you burying yourself alive