Patchwork
Man
05/10/2013
There
is a sincerity in self-destructive acts without witnesses. I need
no applause and sneers as
I set my room to spinning. I need no discourse for my introspective
critiques. Let the world fade into oblivion. I am a god of creative
destructiveness; and a devil of destructive creativeness. I exist
in a realm where sinner and sin coalesce into rumination. I need
no approval. I need no disdain.
I've got a bottle of insight and an endless pool of confusion.
I explore alone. I travel alone. I lose alone. I question my unfettered
loneliness and I drink alone.
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