There are such things in my mind that come without form.
Thoughts within a mind that I believe to be twisted, yet it makes sense to me.
Recently, it's been not quite consumed with utter disgust at people I see crossing my path.
I've been writing things down; I'd like to not miss something I could turn into nothing.
But back to my disgust. It's been triggered by a Fat America.
I'll give you one representation that came to mind:
"Is it always in disgust? The way you repulse me. Steadily it is getting harder to hide (this disgust).
You're fat. And disgusting; and useless.
I can hear you breathing from across the room and I see your sl