Fatter Matters

A creative space, is not a peaceful place, so where do I go now, wondering not why or when but how, my life's a mess, back to just guess, without a familial core, publicly exciting/personally a bore, simply normal whatever that means, cordial to fanatical fiends, that's not a judgment, despite y'all begrudging, jelly for real, uninterested in my experience's feel, so remain stuck, in-between success and suck, failing at rollercoastering, humbly unbolstering, as if I don't even matter, as long as everybody else's pockets get fatter!

Peace and 1,

Joe Conscious 

9/27/26