Colors

I’m missing property, off people where somebody’s missing someone and talking about them all the time, nonstop, while they’re not around.

They’re communicating with my psyche, by having long talks about psychology.

Weanwhile, the subtle forces of not liking assholes with superior attitudes. Is deadlines.

I think you’re a fucking piece of shit, but somehow you know my name. Different Sean. You’re looking at a map,(motherfucker), thinking about who to kill next. Cognitively, I’m eating your goddamn food, I paid for, with a map of the people who don’t like you.