LilMio

There was hardly any genius in my detritus, prettily dressed out of the black moods and rabid highs from the froth of chemical means, or the ease in which they broke me down into a common experience. Where was the singularity in over 1 million copies sold? I'll never be bargain basement, overstock; I won't live that long. I'll buy it in the high strung noose of my angst driven, much-envied talent. They'll sing my praises to the pendulum rhythm they make of me in the direction of mediocrity of becoming a house hold name...