iwritesometimes

Good morning, jail cell i'm sure you slept well night seems much longer in times of distress confess son, confess it's got you by the throat and God only knows you're choking to death.

if i was asked to recount from a single experience, rather than collectiveconglomerate i'd refuse entirety is so much more the honor to draw from.

i don't claim to be eloquent though your eyes rest upon me and move along like you already know me and i guess you do i guess you do and i can't claim these words to be my own though i wish i could cause they already said everything i've been wanting to scream for years undying, over and over indistinguishable, but ever present. i want to run all these songs together compressed into one stream. indelible and audible. and i want you to listen, and extract that which you'd wish to keep. the words aren't mine. but you can have them.

There's so much of the raw material from which to work, that I don't even know where to begin. But nevertheless, I have. It's not so hard to incorporate the ambiguity as it is to preserve coherence, But nevertheless I manage. And by manage, I reference only a single attempt for I dare not try this more than once Once is all I ever needed to decide.