(off the dome) i'm done. with looking at yesterday as bricks-- trying to build tomorrow-- ...cuz i'm wasting my time. Eye... can't really move forward because-- i've gotten older and-- my knees shake a little every time i-- stride on pavement but-- i wouldn't change my old wise-- maturity gained through-- tests and lessons---- i wouldn't trade it for reconstructive surgery. my boi quest once exclaimed that the ground is 2 thick-- and ****... it is-- and the world is trife-- and i never expect anyone to read and feel like sean got issues cuz-- maybe i don't have them-- after i had released them-- like cyberspacial exhalations-- entering your internet-- or ethernet if i might... correct me if i am right... i sit dejected-- because i can't pull people outside the "box" i can't save people i love from-- **** that harms them because it feels- good and they know that they momma told them what feels good to them ain't always good for them yet...**** stay happening-- i move--on. got no--choice. BEWILDERED BY **** THAT-- SITS BETWIXT REAL LIFE AND THE RETINA-- reflecting bad times and hard luck when people say luck don't exist-- and people staying grounded that already refused to fly-- getting hit by cars-- cuz if it's your time--- it's your time-- consider the vowels my gun-- and the reprecussion from bussin truth-- because a lotta y'all can't see the world past your own nose-- with 20/20 vision. i'm done. with looking at yesterday as bricks-- trying to build tomorrow... because tomorrow will stand with or without-- my scrawny ***... and i just wanted y'all to hear me out. sean.