Finally out of the stale place. Monday all my world will be out of the stale place. Landlord turned beastly. Hate is cancerous. Valuable lessons learned. Rent is business and nothing besides. Feels good to be moving on though. Cathartic ecstasy. Am high on next chapters. I write most of it and the rest is my imagination. No one f**ks with my imagination. You can't survive in there for a minute. 7 seconds could trip you forever. Maybe that was landlord malaise. She peeked and palpitated. Could have warned her. But am a fiend. I let life play out as hard as it can. Scratch their itch. Bleed their lust. Let them squirm in their misunderstanding.
