Before,
I only take is a one bottle of whiskey,
one enough that cripples the sound
of the doubts that's playing your mind
every **** day,
that one bottle pierce the edges
  where you thought that bullet
is impenetrable
to your hard skin for love
only to discover metaphors that hide around blank shots
that keep you from your sanity

i am faster than you
information flows threw me
like rocks through the air towards
windows needing broken
i am the dog of singular
multilaritied distributed kingqueenships
of ***** not given
and dances received
i just go
wherever they tell me next
to be imprisoned
i break bars i ogle stars
and we are just here
WE WERE HARE
I am eel
there is cooks
lined up to aet me
lust is the middle name of how hungry for food
thirsty for water
and alive we are!!!