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Probably all our encounters are existentialJambalaya. Which is to say, can a nigga survive?

some days: I feel I am a gray cloud raining misery.some days: I feel I am not worth my silver linings.

Twas my one glory -Let it be RememberedI was owned of Thee.

The family coil so twisted, tight and loose anyone trying to leave has to strafe the field burn the premises down

But somehow,I’ve stopped praising you. How the valleywhen you first see it—the small roads backto your youth—is so painfully pretty at first,then, after a month of black coffee, it’s justanother place your bullish brain exists, botheredby itself and how hurtful human life can be.Isn’t that how it is? You wake up some daysfull of crow and shine, and then someonehas put engine coolant in the medicineon another continent and not even cryinghelps cure the idea of purposeful poison.

My identifying features are rapture and despair.

I imagine the insides of myself sometimes-- part female, part male, part terrible dragon.

Mostly, I enjoy my failings. Until I don't.

I fear that if I tell you whatyou mean to me, you might betempted to use it against me.So I keep it a secret. Betweenmyself and the Keeper of secrets.As I take comfort in my prayersfor you, that you'll never know.There's a madman who cares foryou, more than you'll ever know.