i feel like too much trubble. but i can't exit self. if a revolution is coming i don't want to miss it too. i ony got a cold 'm a ony child. orange thunderstorms cracked lemony lightning clouds open last night and today is dirty and tired the earth is tired of this progress disease.

i made self into cocoon last night with black leggings and community black radio hoodie peek and a downy hand me down pillow from my sweet friend and i woke like a waker in a twisty shroud and emerged slow to wee and sniffle. i thought, it is not too late to know thyself a little bit.
thus we egg self on wobbly.