A COMMUNAL EXPERIMENT IN SELF CURATION

a Soul Project

archival : if I got ahold of you :

You'd die.
You'd be strangled by my right hand alone.
You'd be crushed beneath my anger,
my used body that so loathes you.
I'd hurt you, I swear it.
If you think you have the gall to claim me,
then abuse that very privilege by casting me aside...
you've got another thing coming.
And if you ever speak to me in person again,
you'll see exactly what I mean.