6d ago
  • Real Events OCD

In the cognitive courtroom, shackled, with no key, perhaps the gavel will fall soon, or the jury might break for tea, I resent the judge’s stern frown, his cruel, unhelpful tone, yet under his wig, above his gown, a face as familiar as my own.

6d ago
Love this
6d ago
Just opened up the app, and to my surprise I found this amazingly written poem. I think it’s really impressive and insightful. Keep up the great work!
6d ago
Damnnnnn….. are you like inside my soul or something? This is fucking amazing.