I Can't Not Write, If I Don't

I Think When Someone Blindly Projects And It's Showing Up In The Form Of Envy Or Hate - And I Actually Think They're Synonymous - That's When I Feel The Most Afraid And Disconnected And Vulnerable. Like Whenever I Don't Feel Safe In My Own Hands, In Terms Of My Not Being Tender Or Merciful With Myself, Or When We're Treating Each Other That Way.

I Salute You For Your Courage, And I Applaud Your Perseverance, And I Embrace You For Your Faith In The Face Of Adversarial Forces.

We Eat When We're Full, And We Hoard All The Rest. With Our Hands On Remotes, We Say, Yes, We're The Best.

To Whom Do I Owe The First Apology? No One's Been Crueler Than I've Been To Me.

And If I Had A Preference, It Would Be To Be Able To Not Be In The Studio Until 4 In The Morning.