“The Finish-line Is Their Job, Not Mine”

They’ve been watching themselves chat at an insistent and bewilderingly analytical rate

Rare to ever even get to SEE THEM sit them tardy little self besotted selves down again- this over-analytical nature which just “WILL NOT qUiT!“

However, Whenever.. will their singular(self absorbing) sense of SelfShame take itself away.. and, finally, get rather refreshingly replACEd

… With a low motherfucking murmur.. a whisper, a whimper, perhaps… of anticipatory delight-fullness, indeed.

I wonder if they cry when they breathe, or is all of it just a justified MiRrOr turned back UPon BrAnd NeW (and Improvised) Me?!

Hardly… it is tantamount time these head strung pEoPle begin to feel something

Brand new, UniQue and for REAL!