Small Wooden Catapult

August ... and what a weird summer ... Probably I Had to purge from black-and karma Those months Seemed like poisoned by the air ... something is strange ... Sometimes it feels like I'm Maybe I'm about to suffocate ... only haunted by the weirdness into my head ...
impure ... i feel like I'm complicated ...

maybe it's only really a lot of shit that's swirling aimlessly in my head ...

anyway ... August's gone.