What We're Made Of

Indeed as I proceeded to breathe it so fucking be it conceded being the reason that we stuff the defeated I need it like human beings need breathing and being human needs reason and seeing fluid is teasing the very movement is leaving a scary feeling revealing when I look up at the ceiling I go nuts because it's peeling feel the rush of 1 million men all dressed up to be children who filled their guts as they pillage and look like... if it's tough then it's real but it's the fluff that appeals so just trust what you feel give it up if it steals the abrupt at the keel always look up as you steer don't trust luck if it's fear it's all a part of it because nothing is fair I'll Take a piece of every day to arrange how my mental state has changed brain has room for what it contains strange I think of how behavioral chains constrained me from framing the caption of the day I got the same sort of stable beat thinking of a name for inane scribbled babble from the shadow of my brain insane we put too much value on chump change it's all what kind of sports you are and how you play that game We're made of substance, beauty, humanity, honor problems, progress, vanity, squander, community culture, family, departure with style and talent we candidly conquer I inhale these breathes expecting oxygen getting a third the acceptance the rest toxins approximate the objects examine what's lost in the breath that I take and how my lungs have been accosted loss is a process of not being a prospect of cancer research and I'm so fucking exhausted this simple action took more effort than expected I tried to take it in my lungs collapsed and I rejected Slow down this is a step towards acceptance the air is so fucking sick that I am sick and feeling septic I step with my check list of shit that's been neglected this deep wheeze impedes me to breathe free infection speed speech we means I breathe find my essence because taking in polluted air is something that connects us it brings us together in hailing this shitty weather It would be better if we fixed it but I guess we are not that clever asking favors of mother nature when we've never met her I formulated my complaints in neatly written letters she wrote me back and said best to get a sweater this world is getting colder and the blood is getting redder I told her that this cold has made me feel so weak she told me she's holding a similar disease slowly growing closer to her inevitable defeat an infection in her left lung she called it human beings