is the hate-wolf feeding me.

Idle chatter sounds much better to the absent mind. Govern me, kill thy master. You will not enslave me. The root is bitter but the fruit is sweet, but not exempt from criticism. Small pox friendship. You die, I take, you are the new slave. Don’t call me god, because I don’t have a disease. What is cold to you is love to me. Savior seething, rolling you in, cherub in red said there’s nothing to see here. Hallowed be who art in heaven, I refuse to call that fucker by name.

Stripped down as far as I can tell there’s nothing else. Please me for another hour placing all the bets onto myself. I’m unstable and dumb, waiting alone. I’m not pleading, no. Pieces stick together and we’re half-way home.

So long I’ve been trying to match, it doesn’t work, I’m trying, I don’t know. The apparition of this world. I dragged you to it. I’ve killed another man, I was raging. The pain is gone. The denial. I’ve run away from institutions. I own myself. Life.