Flame me if you will. It appears that my words are what's twisting me it seems as if you interpret hostility when I communicate during a minor epiphany metaphysically gifts are meant to be free to my right I catch your eyes seeing me nostalgic in remembrance of how things used to be but success needs positivity and mobility so we carry on pondering the future, see futuristically stuck in a milky spacial entity attempting to confirm destiny while death keeps threatening me she used to stand next to me but I believe she's ready for round three standing upright staring menacingly the powers vested in physiology she carries on while I suffer terminally like an illness or disease with my bradycardia I rock a slow beat I've said it before, sometimes it's painful to just breathe fuck my atrioventricular valves even in death you'll hear my heart beat inspired by my intangible positive key and optimistic activities you'll carry on in spite of my memory relentlessly until you find your psychological formula to succeed it's at this point you'll understand the difference between wants and needs reasonable consumption and ostentatious greed not a part of the one percent so I suppose I enjoy democracy and although I'm left wing I don't believe any single political party with one set of values, ideals, and beliefs can truly succeed in a deficient system since something like ninety-seven point three percent of human beings are faulty not solely because of their upbringing, biological chemistry, or chromosome pairs tagged at twenty-three also, lets not blame unrelated concepts like the theory of relativity or epistemology study is only beneficial, knowledge is healthy but ignorance can be bliss under the right heat I trailed off, I'm sorry but I don't have the answer as to why homo sapiens is not only chronologically the worst species my apologies for the rambling my subpar flow lyrically no modesty now that you're here lo siento, I'm never worth the read it's the subject matter that kills me so the lines appear endless, see I write to express myself emotionally apparently through poetry best things in life truly pose no fee but if you live in the big fifty you'll need at least a little currency to call yourself free after the age of eighteen, at least until you sleep. You can't escape from freedom while you dream. a decent rant..my bad. Peace.