As Soon As She Was Born MAY ELEVEN

It is inevitable to bleed this morning. I would still be brimming with the nightmares of the night. It's just inevitable this would happen to my sight. But we are all just living in tomorrow's yesterday.

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I am here -- in the place where my nightmares dwell. I have to write this off. I fucking hate your weak pelt. You are a miniscule entity in a sea of my God. Live out your faith, you filthy unclean monster. I see where you are blind and I very well may lose my mind. I hate all of you. Thou shalt escape. Thou shalt escape. Do you see the things you do? Do you see the weakness in your gait? I can barely breathe because you are suffocating. You are dangerous. I know things you will never see. I was born red because you will not ever bleed. I am the only blood form your veins.

What the fuck am I saying? When now I should be praying. Praying that your maker would clean your feet so the tread marks on my back might fade.

Well yesterday I let my hips bleed. And today I am freed.

Communication nation ain't no one time sensation.

BLEED. Because you were bled for.

Ma coeur, she breaks and takes and mistakes. Where you lack answers I bear action. The stars could not gleam bright enough to blind me of your guise. I see it and with it may come demise. Why oh, why don't you see the color of my eyes? Green she burns through my skull. I cannot make the hot summer cum I knew so well. Because the tide it did swell. And in it you went, 747. "God my God, where have you been?" How much more must I consume until I am full? How many places will the dark knight go? Nonsense. it is all nonsense.

Books. I need books.

SHAPES ARE INSIDE OF US

They are bones. They are building blocks. They make us. Mine are all jagged, some may be elegant. To make them all adjectives seems quite useless though.

Are adjectives irrelevant? Are we all so the same?

Begging such falsities seems absurd. But I like the absurd.

I am bad at this, but that's really alright.

Why father, Timothy London, are you so far?

My heart hath entered this cycle. And I doth breaketh to be free.