If you’re a person that gets fucked up, and you’re not a public fuck-up, then you do what serial killers do.
You conceal.
When you’re out in the world with a clear head, you’re basically acting.
“Hey, I’m out here with you”
But I’m really not.
I’m in the places I found when I was fucked up.
I’m living in those bubbles, way back in the past.
Now, out of respect, I’m going to stare straight ahead, and I’m going to make it sound like I’m paying attention to you.
But I’m not.
My head is back there.
If there are two you’s, one of them is tied to intoxication.
ANd detox is a motherfucker, just for a few days,
Fuckin anxious and restless and everything is so difficult.
ANd there’s no where for it.
(Cept here)
Aye,,should always be a place with minimal concealing. You still will, just out of habit, but god damn how good would it feel to get your dirt out?
Ever had a blackhead?
Ever take your two fingernails and squeeze the tip until the filth comes out?
Welcome to this place, glad we’re here.
In here just fuckin squeezing , and I can tell you directly, the dirt isn’t what you think.
Not as evil.
NO desire to kill or to even harm.
No desire for recognition or self serving traps,
Not the point.
Just a place where you don’t have to bullshit yourself.
Takes a lot of effort to bullshit all of them out there, takes a lot out of you,,
Under that logic you should have a place that’s free..
So fuck you.
Creepy yes, harm hearted no.
Feelings and thoughts are fluid and fleeting, and they change, and imaginary world is better than reality,,
But that’s fine.
DOesn’t bother nobody
dawn 