27/08/2025
The question being, ‘how do I know there is a God?’ Because, I’ve had the Devil take over my body.
I listen to God but I talk to him, it keeps me sane.
If the question is ‘why do I do such and such with a broken body?’ Because, it’s never been and it will never be carelessness, there isn’t many humans that move as well me, I was just born with a body that could never measure to my mind, so there was bound to be a discrepancy.
If the question is, ‘does the body keep the score?’, probably, one thing I know for sure, I keep every negetive receipt.
I still remember what chair I was sitting on, on which day, where the sun was from setting, when someone said someone other than me is the fittest persons they’ve ever known. Put a scratch on me, the audacity, you know who the f**k I am, note taken! The wound came from the disciple requests, like I weren’t the one who taught yall all I know.
So whether it’s the ankles or knees, hips or back, all I ever had to do is think back, and like Eminem in that bathroom scene throwing up, I instead start punching mirrors. That keep me going.
My secret has always been much like Banner’s, IM ALWAYS BITTER*!