ďGood Nights Await:
The time is now 5:46pm.
Makes a change, doesnít it? The tv is off, and Iím not watching Night of the Living Dead.
Thereís a thick prick damn iPhone, Pritt stick, sitting on my desk, phone isnít being compliant, Iím yet to lift it up with telekinesis off the desk. Brain cell pop, take off my head, Iím gonna stick to you.
But long story short, Iím invis-ball.
As much as I bitch and moan, really thankful for the Deep Underground Poetry walls.
Has my lack of effort been critical, people leaving me? Donít know how many times I can say, I hate that people canít see behind these insane asylum walls.
Here I am again, on the no topic explaining my day thread; Dr Spiral kept constantly asking in depth to say only what the Latvian ladyís name was, told him Iím not gonna wait around forever, for him to umm get the message?
Do I spam the thread? Should have maybe just put ďI am upsetĒ. Still trying to process one phone call.
Bought the last song to Eminemís album today, which is ďLittle EngineĒ. The random hammering in the background, that how his brain sounds, Reemiss is at now too so funny. But I is missing haha Ricky Dead, yet you know I donít care for those who donít love me.
Not in danger, yet the noise reminds me of my neighbours.
Like me a day ago, receiving an email from Rhymers Block, telling me they havenít seen me in a while, they need a post.
Though, theyíre sick of it, and thatís me being a minimalist, just trying to annoy them as well. So I scribble spell, how do you spell surpell?
Should have got it earlier, when I was in the shop, but I didnít. Thatís some gas.
Warm this room at the moment isnít.
Want to go shopping but canít, thereís a bang with a ďYes you can!Ē
Trying to keep up with what everyone wants, you know thatís just hard;
think to go at eight in the morning, and a stupid hundred mother fuckers think the same, so the building is packed. So Iím gonna pay anyone to come in with a toy gun with me, keep to my ankles walking backwards, start shielding my back.
My bad, Iím going off track, mother fucker stupid?
Why do they think the whole thing was a ďDisaster meets DestructionĒ collaboration?
I mean, if theyíre making jokes about films, they never pronounced us anything, because Larry has crabs and walks around with a Corona Virus carrier bag.
Spectators saying the competitor is in the car park screaming
ďThereís a Rottweiler barking
for a bite, looking like that wouldnít
compared to your favourite pussy cat animal
so fack off, know youíre somewhere probably watching Catwoman!Ē
Guess this is no desire to get deep or share anything personal.
Just had few in angry denial, they werenít hurt at all, tried to curve the ball throwing it through the window, someone they did chase when I was just playing curby, and with one of my marbles I hit their face.
Thereís a mental image of myself across from Hervey Close, chilling with Jake and Luke in the past.
Do you really wanna know what Iíve been watching on YouTube?
Or should I have just wrote ďSet up, I amĒ
have some new news, maybe not, they know, really confused, only fire with can I kill meet Ďem, Sagittarius without the horse dick, from Heaven, itís like a dire legion.
Iím closing the curtain, just saw a serpent.
Whatís that true line?
Iím going down in her WhatsApp archives.
Beautiful pictures, thatís of my snail-mail, not her knickers.
Iím misunderstood. Yet forever a no one, so I hope people are a better listener.
I choke alright not taking my own advice, putting them in my Anna Grin doll
so she can see through my eyes
Iím in two minds about the title being Introvert