I have nothing to write,.
My mind has become liver mush,.
Eaten by some fat man in Russia,.
I have to say that it was more ******* than anything,.
To have gone what I went through,.
Being treated like a pet,.
Stuck in the closet only to be petted when wanted,.
Never on my own time was i accepted,.
Now I just wait for something like a treat,.
But my mind is blown,.
Scattered inside my cranium,.
Like the 1980s drug propaganda commercial,.
Let the Russian man have his fun,.
I have no idea what any of this **** I wrote means,.
I am just pressing my fingers onto the keys,.
Waiting for the leash to be let of me,.
So I can go to the kremlin,.
Take pictures and make sense of what the fat man sees,..,.