The Dominate Narrative Was: You’re Weak, I’m Strong. I Will Cover For You.

Mental Illness played indoors only.

He didn’t want to go outside.

Anyone stopping wouldn’t see him.

Em Eye would steal away and hide.

Their consciousness would not collide.

Unless Em Eye was fried.

Then it’s like the other died.

And the bad tooth opened wide.

Success stood by and sighed.

Shit storms far and wide.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.