Mindless Self Expression

I have some great ideas. You know? It is the planning. The strategising. The executing. So what am I talking about? Well. Whenever I think of scheduling these things, I feel frustrated and need relief. I want you to take away the pain. Only if you can do it with the compassion of a dove. Not out of fear. I am not free. I am freedom. I am expense. See the difference? Man's a noun, fam'. I skewled you or wot blud? With slang I get flashbacks to being 14 living in London dreams.

I wish to be better in my elocution. How must I write that? I am best. I am expression. Never teach a man what to think. Always show how. I am demonstration. The feelings that arise. My body feels upset. It knows it had to act on this knowledge. I feels unsure. It wants to retreat again. It wants to shy away. Hide. I think it is great. Especially to externally express that need for peace.

In ruthless action to attain it. The ends justify any means.

I want my cove. I want my beach. I want my home. I want my freedom.