Im on this trip, on a coach even. F**k knows where the
driver went, so my monies well spent. I stare out of windows an watch leaves
dance as I pass which seems odd as trees aren’t sentient. I tend to waffle but
make crystal clear sense of it all. I’m chatting s**t basically but dog piss
has meaning lyrically. I may not talk about daffodils or how I am successful
but this s**t is real and am glad its insightful. Spiteful it may be to put myself down
maliciously but you learn from what you mistake as a blessing, a harsh an
bitter wake up call that we keep ignoring. I don’t know exactly what im getting
at here. This paragraph is a bit of s**t to be honest. But my feelings have
worded its way on to this paper, and that’s about it. So sit down. Read this
over again. because the more you begin to understand this, the more you’ll
forget that I even wrote it.