I survived y2k, the rapture and the Mayan apocalypse.

9/11, solar maximum, and the media blitz of my opinions.

An x citizen to the world with my finger in the swirls of the abyss.

Turn it on
Turn it off
It makes no indifference to my smidgens of resistance.

**** me
kiss me
**** me
Love me for my limits.

I'm gonna get it until i spin it to my grave.

Unraveling the collective gavels of my praise.

Raised by my love in a staving haze, to make a play for my place at empty tables with empty plates, with broken symbols over where their faces once were.

I have and shall endure.

With or without