I keep Writing to Get the Words Out.

I’m not creating the illusion

You are.

How would you know the truth if you trapped in your truth?

Well aren’t we all?

Why are you attacking me?

Becase you know you cant control me any more.

"make it make sense"

this shit isn't really for you

it's for me.

I could sound crazy but who cares?

it's my art

suppression is what I fear

"Welcome to OuterSpace"

"The Real Outside"

"EverythingGod"

"It will make sense one day"