Possibly patchouli.
It’s time.
Time to shape shift.
Time to shave my face and put my mask back on.
Time to put on clean clothes, apply a little male fragrance… Wash my face and get my head in that game..
The stress is what it always was 😔
I don’t shy away from battling the task … I have no doubts of defeating it…
It’s the acting.
It’s acting like I care for the overarching storyline..
(making money for your owners)
That’s it..
How do you feel satisfaction?
Knowing.. knowing the score 🎼
Sigh ….
I’ll go out to the edge of the universe, and I’ll pop my head out of a wormhole, and I’ll look for God…
But the bitch of it?
I’ll come back.
I’ll always come back and put on the disguise of a ‘regular’.
Because you have to.
And there could be honor in it, being a working schmuck..
But I would give it away.
You can keep that.
There’s no honor in mere survival, No great victory in putting food down your throat..
It’s just “everyday stuff”.
And it makes you hate yourself.
Listening to the fools that are so caught up in it.. It makes you hate that you are sitting there… Makes you hate that you have to…
Have to…
I have to listen to you..
I have to pretend to care for what you’re talking about…
Because of chains.
Fetters.
Captivity and bondage..
Got me by the spirit…
Whipped and beaten.
Mouth sewn shut.
Vice grip on the heart..
Squeeze..
Squeeze.
See how much comes out.
Watch you lick it up off the ground…
Yeah man, This thing is awesome. It is a joy to wake up each day.
So blessed 😆
dawn 