The end…
Polyend synth..
If we being real?
I don’t know howta feel
My existence has unified people.
It became a nightmare in the end, some type of bizarre power struggle..
I think I might be subconsciously attracted to the conflict.
And it bleeds into all areas of life.
Close relationships
Work relationships
Stranger relationships.
Recurring theme,then rucksack ruckus.
Fight fight fight
I can still use the internet.
Fuckin of course ..
Teach a class in procrastinating
Fucking of course,a fucking off course.
Please don’t follow
dawn 