'read my stuff',I saidcome take a peekat the working of my mindat peace and chaoshave a taste of desperationand love and wild heartseeking ground and taking flighthere,watch me bleed out mylifeline on papers and touch my soulwith a bit of yours blow a kiss to my existencefor these are my fingerprintson the world and take my heartif your hands,for your entertainment—what I didn't say