Work out in my Michael Kors Humbly feel like “The Shit” When I visualize blowing my brain To bits, I sit without flexibility Stimulating myself by forgetting to Be busy, I’m not easy, it’s not easy Stream of consciousness, lead me To a frenzy, who are I? Who are I? Bad grammar; are I alive? Sigh. Today, I considered all the stars Where I are, in transition; atheist, Nihilist salvation; I detect forensic Catastrophizing; shall I go back Into hiding? For bad food I bleed.