I don’t believe in “nuclear bombs.” I just believe in Mom. It seems they simply blaspheme. No matter what side They claim to be on. When all I care about is seeming To worship the ground I walk on. To pay respects to Mom. That’s the side I’m on.
I just saw the most beautiful woman to ever live: Every single one of them. And then I saw her Sister: Another freaking gem. She told me, as I sat there dazed, astonished at the sight: “You should see my Grandma Luna. She lights the freaking night.”
I am Osiris being ripped asunder. This explains all the pain that I’m under. And why The Mother is patiently waiting, To Humpty Dumpty me after I am through breaking.
