We need to talk

I have to wait, it’s the story of my life. I been around, I’m experienced, smart about people and I am self-taught. I’m also the most frustrated person alive and I have to wait for people to catch up and I’ll do it, b/c I want to be loved. Wait for you to get over your lottie bullshit, respect my credibility, get hip to the fact that just because you don’t know about certain subjects does not mean there is something wrong with people who do.

I wait while you fight the power, don’t believe the hype, trivialize my perceptions, til you see it in front of you, the suffering, the terrible eye-popping effect the environment has on me, the torment you bring. I take it, I need you, I deal with this the best I can. I lead a hellish life, see duplicity everywhere, I’ve built a brilliant fuckin framework to shape these experiences, it’s an intricate internal system, and there are bugs in it. Do what you want with this reader,

we both know you will. Here’s a start: there’s nothing wrong with me and god knows there’s nothing wrong with you, huh. The problem is our language. Fuck the words, I am talking about our bodies.

By the way, meaning, is, by definition ultimately indeterminate. Have fun.

trouble

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