bad bad ass.
there is nothing in my head right now but i feel greatly irritated. for what, it remains a mystery.
for me to write a long entry on my day, would be asking me to write an essay on "mechanical engineering".
because, basically there is nothing to a day.
not one, but all and none.
every step i take, i don't remember the previous.
if the previous leads to the next,
where is my aim's very heart?
if i want to remember, why do i forget.
why do i forget to remember it more.
why do i force myself to be concise, precise, defined.
why do i feel i laugh only for society.
why,
.
shackle shackle
brittle necks, my bottled
frame.
a name in grey,
engraved with a crude tool.
for me to write a long entry on my day, would be asking me to write an essay on "mechanical engineering".
because, basically there is nothing to a day.
not one, but all and none.
every step i take, i don't remember the previous.
if the previous leads to the next,
where is my aim's very heart?
if i want to remember, why do i forget.
why do i forget to remember it more.
why do i force myself to be concise, precise, defined.
why do i feel i laugh only for society.
why,
.
shackle shackle
brittle necks, my bottled
frame.
a name in grey,
engraved with a crude tool.
