Wlll all romantic facts, with what's left of my health being a fact, depression my words cured with that a fact....I don't know man...what be made of all this. Who part of all this? Out smarting all this? Smarting off on your knees. Well, what's left of my mind ain't too sharp just like my knees. Me as retard..ain't too flattering regardless of which of us on the knees. Then again, life all about flattering me? maybe, that's so. in concept of justice you see. What it's been so far, justice? Nah, it's just me My life all's gone wild. My life with me as only a child. My life just as i walking by...just by your child? I may be an adopted one, with that being said...I ain't an only child. Predictment leaves me...brother Ilya Geller his voice spoke of having a concious last time we approached topic of money. Mama mail me cigarettes..now whats good, my brother too big with me smoking one atm? FUCK KINDA SHIT IS THIS.. I'll simplify. With this last post, my ego's facts rebootable now...is pops pride bootable now? The boot is able, pride on pops need a label? Folk, fable.