Within which I regurgitate my angst, so that I won’t burden people around me. How conceited, then, that I do this only to maintain some mythical, fragile facade. Oh, look, I’m rambling again.
Like diarrhea flowing into a pit…
but i, being poor, have only my dreams; i have spread my dreams under your feet; tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Within which I regurgitate my angst, so that I won’t burden people around me. How conceited, then, that I do this only to maintain some mythical, fragile facade. Oh, look, I’m rambling again.
Like diarrhea flowing into a pit…
