Could you crack the window, please? Ok, thanks much.

Oh these predestined inadequacies.

Lets not decorate our fractured restlessness.

Oh these simple and mindful

and jaded inconsistencies.

You see, its your gravity and

My knees, that will never be the same.

A new hobby of mine, perhaps

Delightfully nothing more than

A photograph of flawless paranoia.

The one.

The true.

The anti.

Oh let me tell you all my secrets.