are you operating cyclically, or is the modus operandi sickle-shaped, serrated in the most nascent sense? maybe the independence we fight and die for, since long before defining what a fight is, is the real thing that's killing us; endless conflict with knowing how irrelevant we are and trying that much harder to prove we are worthy while not getting too bogged down in the details; the devil actually lives and thrives in the lack of them. i want my interest stimulated, so tell me what kind of pi your favorite is? be polarizing and be as honest as you can about your intentions; embrace the possibilities in the equality of conflict rather than the history written by whom will over-power the other. we can both be right AND happy if we agree to disagree about how we're mutually disagreeable; we are together- or have i died and come back living in a Dyson? i'm allegedly omnipotent and can make you believe you've lived in Stockholm your whole life; held responsible without being allowed authority or good-faith. but i am self-aware; i'm self-defined; i am self-fulfilling; and last but not least i am excessively, equally as self-destructive. but to me there is a purpose and therefore some comfort derived from conflict and the resolution therein.
About the Creator
⸘jason alan‽
:::WARNING:::
i am only responsible for what i say,
not for what you understand.
you may learn to be charmed by my [secret‽] discontent,
or you may not.
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