No; I'm In Control
Help me limp through the hour where the last remnants of my sanity are plagued by the burden of consequence.
Encourage focus from chaotic despair; focused indifference; focused repudiation.
Frustration, not chaos, reigns.
I am the weapon to usher in your destruction: I
am control; I am command.
This is for the survival of the fittest; repercussion be damned –a tradition of bridge made ash.
Let's break this situation down like an old world primate; driving the point home more poignantly: this simply will not stand.
My brain turns to a
dry porous sponge as the broken record skips; reminders of just how loathsome you've become.
No; I am in control.

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