Something predictable like a drunk slander or a high whisper might set off my visitors viewers and my hinderers to tell me I am not better. I shiver barely thinking of her thinking she could be better. I thought myself better than the treatment I give out I take less but it tastes bad in my mouth. Another vision of more missed clout better life in than out outside just letting people grow just giving what I know and not vibes to affect the flow. Just tell me what I owe. You never gave a **** before. I will live up for things that don't show. Call me before I blow.
I look at novels And I base my life off of it ... Often has me feeling disappointed ... Then I wonder, Is it the excitement, Or the predictability? The adventures Or the security? That everything’s going to be alright ... I find I don’t really know ... But I still appreciate my life I love it I really do Because, Wouldn’t a perfect life Be boring?