Hard-headed. God said it.

[Darth Yoda]

Wishy-washy. Minds affixed along affliction to the middle road
Restrictions gone. Couldn’t miss it if it was X’d upon
Cause in physics, I’m basically as useless as a missing wad
Of molecules. This atom bomb has a meeting with a synagogue.
This is God. I do this thing with my mind where it tries to recreate. All the silence I’ve obtained.
Quickly dying out with pain. But ‘why so mindless, mate?
Align myself with hate. A mile? A mile today. I feel vile, violent rage.
Cause I’m the type to strangle you. And then nurse you. Then punch you again when you call me crazy. I’m not, I just felt bad that I almost killed you. Even if us now is probably choked up. But now I’m coming down with means. Cristian, stop being angry over things you can’t control! It seems you’re out of it, and you know it hurts your soul. And even though you love to think, over thinkings not the goal. Missing link, my chain of gold turns to ink that rains out slow. Maybe I’m overreacting, but I feel like I’m part of a book, that’s wrote in. And you’ll judge the book by this cover til the mallets broken. I’m so tired. Cause living isn’t really livin no more. This American dream isn’t really what I was wishing it for. Not here to complain, I’m here obtain, an earful til my ears full of “hey, your beers full… Okay? I can’t serve you or you’ll overfill the cup…I can’t really explain it better” and I’m just like whatever, get drilled and then get up. No body really misses me. They just miss the fucking void I fill. Cause of course, cristian isn’t good enough, cristian is just kinda sorta ill. Speak of these girlfriends like they were actually girlfriends. They weren’t. They were girl-friends, but that’s about it, oh and whirlwinds. I love sex but don’t have it a lot. Im just gambling. Not literally or figuratively. I just feel my life’s just random a lot. I throw the dice and want to win the ransom in pot, some call me an asshole and it’s not that I’m not. It is, cause my hands still unsteady with both hands on the glock. That whole thing was a metaphor for sex. You liked it? Well then put your hands on my cock. Oh gosh, I’m in love. known you for longer than you were born. been a quarter of a century and I still just want you more. i cant say nothing. my mouths shut. these arms tied. a war on silence, apartheid. I’ve left sentient memories in your brain where I’ve marked my, entire being without you knowing it, hawks-eye. Its my only strength, cause everything else I’m just meh at. Youd probably look into the puddle of my life and say its crap. But as long as I keep you interested, aroused when you think of me. hope you see how it hurt, without the fcking sympathy -_-. hope youre overrun with emotion, hope it fricking hurts to breathe. hope your heart has nothing to hang onto when its weak. its double sided blades, where the love inside just hates. and our flowing water river creek has gone up into flames. the truth to this writing was because Ive had nightmares with someone i love. some call it dreams. but when it involves something you love, theyre nightmares. i just say this cause i care. ill love you forever. im scared so its better, we need fear, cause with fear we are better. *deep breath*. They say when you put lol in a text it nullifies the aggression. So were passively aggressive without actually accepting it. Now that’s passively aggressing it. Jesus. So I could call you a fucking bonehead lol. I hope your mothers dead lol. Can you shut the fuck up I hate you lol. You’re worthless. And I hope someone rapes you….lol. Betrays you. The sun had a Halo today I wanted to take it down get on my one knee pull it out my Tiffany’s box and ask you to marry me, before I fucking strangle you, lol. You see? It’s stupid an acronym dictates our actions when were so awkward when, at talking its, kinda just the opposite. Just kidding this whole post was fake, or was it??
LOL!

It wasn’t. Don’t worry