Unplugged

I come unplugged Blank with expression A regression into a past that sticks superglued to my ass that damn past!!!! i clasp my hands against the railings of moments that adds more loads of sh..... spitting words of hurt regretting that i held on the heat becomes numb as the chill takes over as the time decides to grace me with a grain living a screen at a pace that would make the turtle Flashgordon of movement. A finger at a time the hands removed itself placed my love handles on scales balancing my present with my future!