On a scale of 1 to Lord of All,
how important is your
your opinion of what others create?
I see you, through these sigils,
pretending every breath you took
is a doctorate.
Did you know you dont have to choose between being the brush or the brush ******?
You could build boats,
hunt ghosts with broken radios,
climb mountains to commune with the dead,
stare at the stars and make
your own constellations,
or play ukulele alone with a head full of acid.
All I am saying is
there are far better plotlines
than playing sovereign king of the
swamp that swallows you
and believing it be noble.