Truth, Somewhere I live

My readers, its 1.37am and some survivor outside me is too stupid to see himself. Musr admit I am testing the limits of Trespassing. And Rin follows me around this late. I told you it/she was a “PLant”. That’s its/her new name untill it/she stops following me around. I think someone needs her/its head cut off. I hate to say it. But I did say it/she was no-good. Cut its head or hate it. I think cutting it/her head is better. And I will soon be part of some insomniac writing group in this Godforsaken city. Truth, somewhere where I live. And the title of the nonfiction book I was going to write. Truth, somewhere I live. And in the process I should try to stay away from HATE, the NYPD. The next excerpt release is IN the name of the father. That will be today. I think if I should die, I should do so with dignity, not some lie about some white man falling to his death. I die, I do it alone, on my terms