I Live Off the Bark

"it requires an intolerable sacrifice... " "This ends, when I grant them my, forgiveness." Cpt Flint

The cost of an absence can make a fortune

A fortune from discontent, an agonizing...

Thought becoming pre determined desire

　

Adorn the crowds

All of us want...

Very, very similar things

　

Fortune is what a man can make of the world,

Ameliorate discontent for the living;

You are now a savior

Making death seem more like an absence

And the future more like an inevitable credit

While we all become ripe for the taking... waiting

Realizing what we won't get

Now, then or eventually

(we all see too late)　

Similar follies, hold your breath

They do repeat

*like you and I never saw it*

Fortune is made upon mass production

These days

Though, if everyman dies

And all men have their margin call...

Who pays for the funeral of the very end?

(am i wasting my time?)

The f**k am I doing here?

(let me breath my own atmosphere)

　#thatcantbeillegal?

Can it?

Ugh...

F*****g pyrimid schemes....

In the face of a lack of lettered men

(donnie drumpf)

I can live off the barks

I will wait out your schemes

I've been around for some whiles

I own all and every little f*****g piece of me

And from the things that have happened...

"this ends when I grant them my forgiveness"　

No one's going to die for me, no not even myself

I just want someone to be with me, to even myself

And let me own every little f*****g piece of me

For every single last f*****g one of you... I give you me, as you like it

　

(i'm sorry for swearing my sweet)

Author's Note