Having people threaten to kill you is an inherent chiller to any kind of ambition you might have that is duly governed by the same conspiracy of manners that is trying to off you. I say this knowing it’s true from where I sit and from where I am forced to embark on some kind of journey of toxic reconnect with the faith that disowned me from the beginning. I don’t know how to carry on such a facade or such a charade and so I suppose anything I do in this light will be doomed to failure of some velocity or contingency that I will be the only one thought to be responsible for the throes of something so unbecoming…
Being Threatened by a Conspiracy of Manners is a Charade
