maker trixie what is it all but only an outpouring of seeping ruminations to examine one's own if the late hours and only realizing just now that this is the first time to sit alone in one's own living room, ever. and to realize that after it all after the deathgrip could close so tight and so close and one and as one with the clench "so when the music's over" find one's beat and understand finally after the times the hours and the closing in that my maker must believe in me!. ha, to think that my team is up above, heaven-bound and holy, to have let me live here in rotten sewage and hate allowed me to surpass the drudge and sit alone and silent in my own empire fulled realized that i had built from a fatefull fall, once, for myself. it is not me that has the luck the will to bite down, survival claws, no my maker, it is he who knew it was all going to plan a master one and to see clearly that one day while watching the eternal flame burn down to a bit that it is only i i alone who can extinguish the burns but he, maker he, who could let me burn. 041030 ... jane meet_your_maker 070517 ... three words maker look_at_all_the_discontent selective 190508 ... unhinged destroyer 190512 what's it to you? who go blather from