ILLNESS

ILLNESS

We have a plague of apathy!

Course rind edges the outside of our bloodstream. Filled with bile, salted soil, and the crap pile in which you find ME. Begging you to stop telling me to look away! 

“Look away young bard, for your heart will shatter over and over until it is dust. Make it like citrus skin, bumped w/ pseudoscience and plastic” 

RISE RISE RISE; RISE FROM THE ASHES, SIR! 

The Rain has come and it’s time 

to beat it!