Don’t spend them on me.
Send them to the Middle East.
Send them to the skinheads,here, walking around, saying “fuck Israel” for all the wrong reasons.
There is some feeling, something way down that tells me
“So much is to come”
Some feeling, possibly religiously implanted hysteria.
Maybe.
A prayer for me feels like a waste.
So I would suggest sending it to someone worthy.
And I’ll figure this life out.
It’s alright.
“You know I’m not dead”-sp The everlasting gaze.
I always quote sources 👍
And it’s funny that they regulate children’s screen time … But adults dgaf
Fah q
dawn 