Can’t wait for this move, these shows, thank you Tim, thank you you for fucking up, thank you Ritchie for being such a douche, thank you Juicebox for every moment of your life… Feel the raging racing, can you? Can’t wait to live again, sore as it may be, wanta lay on my back for those damn angles, wanta crawl up and over and hang from uncomfortable complicated completely unsafe insecure half supported every muscle tensed spots praying for that one second that captures a whole night… Grin, it’s time… time to be at least half free… then you wait, if ya think that’s anything come find me in three years and see the real beast… i live here, i breath here, i sleep and sleep and sleep waiting for that day when i’m released…

Waiting to run and run and run and run and run till the running is done then run some more, just wanta live breath speak canon clicking escalating ecstasy.