It Was Written

i got caught thinking again and stupidly took the bait thus setting off the trap but this was linguistically more me then a mouse because i kept thinking Faulkner but f uck me Dickenson misquoting so not to be sued about a best and a worse time and i'm thinking i'm living on the border line thank god not the actual textual line but i can feel the way i write and how stereotypically i look as i look back on and in the mirror realizing hey that's not or yes thats me