heads pickled by instagram
why wont ANY elves just have a look
I think it's MAYBE good enough to...
if not in my book
my bleedin gravestone, then
A poem.... (" i want to know a poet".. except it's not made to suck up; if you know why to suck up, well it just comes)
https://www.ralphschism.com/2025/05/well-i-didnt-lie-nor-do-i-cheat.html
oops i forgot the biggest Track talk... as i said to her "talkin' to yourself definitely good for sanity...and ok talk to himtoo... "
The real thing that is the borderline between me and you..
Simple really, there are only two states of being, those whom aven't, and those who are...
in a state of always loss...
And i know who i trust...who i know are the actually deeper and mature: those whom have
Lost = propper big headfuck loss, someone with who there was, real functional love
Strange word really. Losing but you find so so much more.
Even if it's just yourself, the one you never thought you could be.
In a million months of Mayday Sundays
Or end of the road Mondays...
I do handle the snobs with such...elan
And thius they hate one even more.
