There were people, lost: in my mind. They mingled, festered in my unsaid truths. The things I decided against sayingtoo rude, too honest. I want to cover the walls with them. Vibrant spray paint. My targets will walk past, every day. They will never know it's mine. There's protection in anonymity. Similar to a large concert, when one finds their identity lost in the flow of a crowd: it's okay to hurt, to punch someone in the gut--you're just another face in the crowd. It doesn't matter(who is to blame?). My murals would be there, unnoticed: unable to hold the blame. Many would be horrible, painful. Messes: dripping, congealing into bro
There were people, lost: in my mind. They mingled, festered in my unsaid truths. The things I decided against sayingtoo rude, too honest. I want to cover the walls with them. Vibrant spray paint. My targets will walk past, every day. They will never know it's mine. There's protection in anonymity. Similar to a large concert, when one finds their identity lost in the flow of a crowd: it's okay to hurt, to punch someone in the gut--you're just another face in the crowd. It doesn't matter(who is to blame?). My murals would be there, unnoticed: unable to hold the blame. Many would be horrible, painful. Messes: dripping, congealing into bro
I am the coolest kid. I like penguins. I write stuff sometimes, made of wondrous words which will ensnare your attention with their dance. I also write terrible things which will make you want to vomit all the meals you have ever eaten out of sheer shock and alarm. It's debatable if the stuff I post will be the former or latter. Best read it to find out.