more rumors ricochet around, I’m told she found a lamp, a light, enlightenment and went zen-cool, yeah; her iced ideas in freestyle, jet; yet all is as one. harmoniums hum, breathe energy, air a major C, release identity; glad she gets it now and gets going, going, gone, awake along an om, just keep her away from me cos Nineteen’s a know it all, nose all up an upper crust, adopting a new chapter one and fuck her. that’s right, I said it, see; tomorrow she’ll be in goddess caste, casting curses, talking trash, stabbing backs that disagree with whatever, no matter, everything she believes splits black, I mean she could never listen without breaker-buzz and power-out, or a warped scowl, an earsplitting shout to interrupt input with put-downs and pouts about abuse, about a bruise she bought blowing another fuse so fuck her, yeah, for forging views from a make-believe at pretend place, playing pick and choose.
LOL. Played that game too, huh? Heard the hum, buzz, trip and skip of the ego, declaring itself the identity, in trinity, of some divine entity? Tell me, then: when in your hand you took the pen, to write away your dismay: how much of your self did you see?
