i’ll be set off a mushroom-cloud-takeoff blossoming over radioactive arms a state-of-the-art shadow
i’m defending me ooh in testudo-style i’m defending me twin to phalanx columns tightly compressed in to make myself less vulnerable
i’m not organic : : just being cautious it’s like walking on eggshells around you
yes i’ll sneak up {thick in stealth} and inhale you Castle Bravo-genre veiled yet detected to fall out wrought such dangerous outcomes
setting up earthworks : : just being caustic i don’t have a clue what you’re going to do
i’ve been well endowed with an abdomen full of silk to weave a wall assault on the obvious befriending the silent...like me
Sometimes I feel inhibited by people around me—what they might say, what they might do—and it actually determines my actions. This is more of a confession than an overcoming victorypoem. I’m concentrating on unearthing the taproot of my weakness, before I **** my garden.