Talk about me in gospel or round the back wall, like I'm your living, walking, chatting, laughing, crying, feeling, fucking, real life taboo.

Your realest reality TV show, apart from there's no performance and no producer and no camera following so there's just the dramatic reality of how a man who burns from his own self destructive sabotages can't outgrow the chronic atomic bombs that go
off, and my residue radiation is cortisol clothed in tight knit miscommunication,
he's fucking red hot but all that self loath, easy to...