Scheduled time: 11a.m.
P.T.: Dr. Wood
The things I would like to say:
I am having suicidal thoughts.
I am horny, hypersexual, but I am resistant – this is why I’m angry.
My blood boils, my hate for this world grows, and I am lonely soldier waiting for battle, waiting for purpose.
This is my song. This is my signature.
What I write on paper screams to be heard and absorbed across the cities, states, and continents.
But I am no one. Nothing but ooze, genetics, genes, blood and sperm spit into a gateway of access, access to life, access to oxygen.
Where am I now?
The institution that is supposed to promote free speech, diversity of thought and innovation has only shown that this system is another form of segregation.
I am here, now, waiting for the next chapter.
But these things that are said, will not be heard, because I am the cursed writer, the scribe, living on assistance from higher powers.
This is my life. This is now.
THIS CANNOT BE SAID.
I am waiting to die.