The bad energy, of , trying to swirl to many plates without synergy, bugs, of time gnawing on the heels of my elbows, feel like smashing drums, but I'm holding a cello, suffocating on frustrating slow humidity jello , rip apart a globe , and  still feel yellow. Know it won't work, but push go and run, I'm sorry. Bout that, fix it when I'm done. You want this and you want that, I wanna take a baseball bat and smash a box till it's flat like a door mat, like medusa's hair, chaotic energy's flames are licking everywhere, I try to be the earth tree, hoping I can absorb the stress shock without letting it hurt me,  clay dirt , breath, place a focus beam anchor, see for a moment in all directions, give time to the orbs of your eyes as they defragment sections, drink water pure to dispose of injections, Lie down on cold ground, and wait for resurrection.