Rad Character
in my mind are the constructs of society.
Politics, sex, philosophy, drugs, the environment and liberty.
I’m a little diffident, feckless, somewhat rakishly debonair.
i seem to remember everything except breath air.
What makes you tic to life?
What makes you toc?
The passing of time?
Is it the beautiful moments or the ineluctable ticking of the clock?
Understanding everything is complicated.
Sometimes the best option is to be sedated.
If i burn some trees to set me free,
fuck it man let me be.
Sometimes my honesty carries a tone of flattery.
Which to some with an ego , it recharges their battery.
You might think I’m delirious.
I’m just more radical than y’all, dead serious..














