my mind ends up on fire it doesn't shut off...

and it spills these thoughts like into some kind of endless resevoiir and it never stops I can't help it and everyone moans I don't always write poetry

Well I'm sorry, I just... So much is happening.

And destiny is so clearly up in the air.

Chaos is in control as it is and I'm just trying to do my little bit to change the world as a chaotic good person for the better.

Chaos gets a bad wrap.it's just a double edged sword.

We need it sometimes, sometimes the rules stop you from doing the right thing.

and sometimes you have to do something wrong but for a reason that's higher than the wrong like sometimes there really is a time to steal if it will serve the greater good.

and because I keep being criticized for not writing a poem.

Hello, How are you? Do you dream? Do your dream big? Can you help me? Can you help me make one I've got in mind come to pass?

will you sign this for me?

please?
How do you sleep?
What is your name?
how are you today?
Are you happy?
are you sad?
are you depressed?

...will you help me?

if I say pretty please?
can you hellp me shatter a "Strong mans" illusion of invulrenablility?
help me raise hell and change the world.

I come to unleash the hounds of hell onto Mr Putin.


https://www.change.org/p/joseph-r-biden-stop-putin-by-sending-heat-pumps-to-europe?signed=true