Frost bit lips from mumbling shit, walking around town trying to figure out how to ground myself after years of spiritual search and blundered words and thoughts insanity is all it brought, feeling like i have brain rot distraught demented and twisted from mentors and profits words they enlisted in this dimension. Still I find no peace and know no peace in this world of dirty politicians and police fake spiritual warriors and thief's, evil seems to prevail even through priests. Inside my own mind my own soul is the only place to go where I feel whole, still walking the streets freezing cold with my frost bit lips and numbing toes. ~sageman aka deadguy