Your bruises fail me.
Your clinics and doctors fail me.
Your out-dated policies, lack of tribunal protocols
fail me.
Your guidelines, endless forms, paper guzzling rituals
fail me.
I owe you nothing. You will receive whatever it is that I choose to bestow upon you with either love or discomfort.
You have no choice.
The time has come for a systemic revolution, starting with the Self.
I owe you nothing. You cannot change me nor hinder these evolutionary processes.
Your scalpels fail me.
Your nip-and tuck, ****** relocations
fails me.
Your aesthetics fail me.
Make room for me in this ocean, or I will drown you all alive.
Your triumphs fail me, too.
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 10:23 PM UTC
Your bruises fail me.
Your clinics and doctors fail me.
Your out-dated policies, lack of tribunal protocols
fail me.
Your guidelines, endless forms, paper guzzling rituals
fail me.
I owe you nothing. You will receive whatever it is that I choose to bestow upon you with either love or discomfort.
You have no choice.
The time has come for a systemic revolution, starting with the Self.
I owe you nothing. You cannot change me nor hinder these evolutionary processes.
Your scalpels fail me.
Your nip-and tuck, ****** relocations
fails me.
Your aesthetics fail me.
Make room for me in this ocean, or I will drown you all alive.
Your triumphs fail me, too.
