sharks can smell the blood of what I was trying cover up. wholesome lessons bellied up inside a broken chevy truck. she had the aroma of vicious cliffs and azaleas. maybe things would've ended differently if i called her bluff...I didn't. She transferred next smester. thought it finished. insecurity could be buried beneath my timid spirit. I was never much for greetings. first impressions always leaving roots of bitterness that seem last into the evening. Carried on by winds of doctrine, finding shadows where i lost em. I try to save the hostile inner monologue for trips to gotham. Guarding my acqauintences from often darkest corners. my comfort zone increasingly the quest for thicker forest. regard.less. bracton wood was bought and sold. its harmless. Open book. long as your questions end in dropping charges. I'm down to take you anywhere in oceans of my past, but these 5 continents are off limits. anchor up and man the mast!

Seemingly open water now population bottle neck. mutation of my favorite memories death to my embarrasment. pirates of depression survival a test of fitness. My fam.i.ly a scylla, my relationships charybdis. former friends a hitlist, which interests my former enemies. jealousy. as fatal as attractive foreign coral reef. None of this however is as dreadful as it ought seem. my need to decieve is greater even than the moth fleet. Captain of ingeneous adventure from crows nest. he knows best how to stay in the cove that he knows best. Land Ho! that's the shore from where we left over an hour ago. this is joy of both discovery and coming home. nope. this is lie of expedition: positioning the ship the so the horizon is the mission, but engines in reverse so distance gives in to attrition. the tale is spun and i made sure the fishermen were listening.

what i'm trying to say is this. maritime metaFORS aside. Whitely washed monolith. algae growing horns inside. Once a pupil now the driver weakness primed to finally die. i'll make up the difference in borrowed phrases and careful ties. If my worth is in perfection and my character's diseased, discretion recommends shredding the evidence that's up my sleeves. at best I can lure folks in debate and jabber lofty. posthumously demonize. get sainthood by proxy. host gruesomely recognize. confirmation byas fear. exposition into the melting habits of wax veneer. slip into the pavement where prying eyes never had a hold. folding to the pressure of style. AR: a certain mold. would you hold my hand if you knew the people that i have choked? would you have bandit as a dancing partner if he smoked? without the confidence to inquire of you aloud, The answer always assumed. This beard's always a coward's shroud.