Been drinking for three days. Not binging, just steady. I don't intend to keep drinking.
I don't intend to stop.
We protested the future's present. Cops rushed us, we held up mirrors. Seeing what we see they ran away, caught lying to God. Nothing came of it yet again.
Mirrors were my idea I stole, a prophet I be.
I told her like Gandhi: 'There's no god higher than truth!' She spit in my face wreaking, "There's no god higher than Ruth!" I agreed and she sat on my face.
A prophet's profit,
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