unlike a certain Sigur Rós album.
My….head
is filled
to burst.
like a sufferer of obstipation.
fecal impaction.
on my brain
i’m full of so much shit.
backed up.
here is where i’ll out it.
all over your nice clean, white sheets
of paper.
muddied with thought.
dirtied with the dilemma of minds.
free for you to pour over.
to grip in your hands.
to force through your fingers
and teeth.
and into you.
so allow me to appologise in advance.
Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 
frightening.
but it makes me think of holding your hand and clenching it through radiohead. and it makes me want to do something drastic that i dont know of at the current moment
no apologies please
🙂