Youth and spirit torn endured every weapon contrived. Reborn a child of scorn soul was weak but still survived. Wandered the oil & beer concrete driven to think later- attack first. Bloodied knuckles made me complete after having quelled liquor thirst. Got a phone with a keyboard obsession made me go techno. The mouse was a cool sword but the connection was too slow. Found a pen & became a renegade consumed all I could learn. Isolation & regret made spirit fade smoked what would burn. And then? bought a soup pot & ladle mixed it all together- added lightbulbs with priests blood; which led me to the light that came from the most convoluted star in the depths of space. After that.. "things got way wierd" When I turned seventeen my star collapsed- punched a black hole then sucked me in. Today? Is my return- finally spewed out, having learned the art of turning darkness into light- yes, DARKNESS INTO LIGHT like making a nigger white? Anyway, I'm bonkers over being a cat racist? Its quaint- or simply the stupidest bias that my mind has ever sprung to date. Hate spork too: its nigger catnip, no really that stupid cat would cease defecating mid-release just to eat it. Could of made it eat its own shit for some spork- interesting isn't it? If you've made it this far: fear me I'll influence your children but thats after raiding the kitchen and snatching your living room lamp-bulbs.