





Yes I’ve got scars, yeah I’ve been marred. Then I got jarred from complacency, removed from normalcy, the universe found a place for me tempting the horny. I’m just another tool, utilize me! I want me to a part of a bigger purpose way past the typical hierarchy. What do you expect from your me? To be 100% great or to hear you even when you’re irate? Unfortunately I’ve not found the reversal of eternity, what I’ve done in the past lasts just like it does to your (sorry) ass. Living through this paradigm of what is yours and what is mine, it is important to remember we are all sharing this time. Wouldn’t it be easier to align than tear apart the seams of genuine design?