Chris,

You’re like the simple wish on a Christmas list: a hello, a good morning, a what did I miss?

You’re vaguely responsible for the wheels that are turning – maybe only to a small degree – but when creditors send angry letters with demands and ultimatums – it feels like eight tons – the weight of a weapon

or like being the jester before the judge, with a laughing courtroom, a towering bridge in the background that looks like a tomb

the devil once told me while drinking black coffee, they can’t find you if you keep running, now my feet are always on the go, if not spinning in circles really slow

and now ships are sinking where my wings are hardest, but looking in the mirror, i see your sins as darkest, and you could escape the galaxy, you can run the farthest

reaching you; like trying to scream from the inside of a black hole, lost is the echo, but where do the likes go?

i wake up to a synthetic dawn, you have a maze garden in your lawn, like lying low for favor, cuz lost is where we both belong

i love you in the mournings, when the sun is reflecting on my shortcomings, like a laser beam on my back, i’m ready for attack

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postscript: i just feel like writing. i went through my “best writing years” and now i am in my worst?

i don’t care for Hollywood or influencers now that they shadow banned me and want me to watch their content

i always felt influencers were sloppy seconds anyway and Hollywood lowered themselves to their level to stay relevant and now i don’t give a fuck about anything or anyone

someone else posted my viral videos on YouTube and they went viral over there and i ain’t seen a dime here or yonder

i’m not even allowed to turn on gifts on TikTok because I don’t have 10,000 followers

and TikTok keep 50% of gifts, should be illegal

according to their policy, they pay out how they want, and they make or keep popular who they want

i’m not really online anymore

sinister things are brewing

storm is coming

but you won’t know it was me

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*names or situations are purely coincidental*

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