The wisdom is expensive because the pain is on clearance.
It doesn’t matter when the hedonism is so delicious.
The trophies are still inedible.
The money is like mold, growing and decaying all that it touches.
Power and lust flow though my blood stream.
I don’t want to swim with dad anymore.
I stand on a cliff drinking a bottle of my memories.
Remind me next time to not think about the past.
Here I stand for the world to see.
Eastern Philosophy laughs hysterically.
“You are the world”
“I, is but a prison you locked yourself within”