....well that's a damn lie!

most often it is never enough....

so much illness so much insanity so much ....so much!

I can creep around my silly space in it's permanent totality!

...I drift in the meantime I wish so much I cry I fall to pieces ...

I climb the impossible mental hill and kiss my own fingers holding tight...

and the audacity to make plans and I will I must I have to survive this insane calamity...

nobody nothing human spiritual can match my diabolical determination.