What makes you think you deserve the sediment

of my

truth? You should expect me to be so honest. I owe you

nothing, no blue

prints for growth. I can barely

begin to tackle myself. A friend is a foreign

term,

good, better, best, intangible. Please, one at a time.

It's all they

can handle. Please let me blend as

well. It's always too much. Cover at the



repercussions of honesty. It means nothing yet still

the world hanging on

every word. Violence is no

motive to communicate. Come unto me in all your



glory. All consuming in this childish pride. Your

blows so soothing. Is this

proof? This does not

cancel any options. Broken idols, so comical. I won't



accept anything less than absence of prostituted

smiles