Never never never never never thought I'd be here today. Hear a voice, a choice of words to be indicted with over again then again found my twin hatred of lives and fines. Lines have intersected. Like string, in a ball. A ball of string. Waiting for me. Destroying me with the daggers in the sky. I'm concerned and unnerved. What's going on? Who knows? There's no words for what I am. Am only. My only. Taking up timeless time and hatred of the lines! No one understands me. This isn't poetic. I'm having a hard time. Time time time time time time time time. Do you eat eggs? What's the point of pointless points? Complexities arising. Arise and be. Be. Honey bees and tress and pleas for my freedom from the lines destroying me.