consider this not only as a place for my thoughts
but a place to expand my argument
and the setting for your inevitable mindfuck.
YOU ARE READING
past oblivion.
Poetry"what can i really say?" used to be my words, when i didn't know as much. when i got older, i responded to myself. "everything." now, i realize that i can use my breath to speak on everything in existence, from dust on jupiter to the depths of hell...
"don't raise your voice, improve your argument."
consider this not only as a place for my thoughts
but a place to expand my argument
and the setting for your inevitable mindfuck.
