excerpts from my journals stanza'd in versing form: i have written more than i know what to do w/over the years & started bringing it all together in poetic prose, based on the formatting of the flow provided through that as ink transforming itself into blood. dance poetry! take form bleeding figurine's part ballading their devil's mad in expression & of: major pain is sharp as fun accompanimental w/infeastation bestied by minor abandonedment in feeling augment as those who in joy wound & everything that rejection flats from form diminished along the way in doing just so by strength alone the only me will you know burning as life to a light not mine⁏ this is the biography of the voices in my head; healing & destroying me, over & over again.