Scar tissue……yelling and fist fights usually resolved the issue….screams, swollen eyes and bloody tissues….this was my view so I was destined for issues…..better for the worse….escaping is my gift and my curse…air headed, the clouds in my mind are where my brainstorms are spearheaded…let these words exercise and resurrect dead spirits, I’m deadlifting….In other words, I speak life….I speak death…I speak trife..I speak best…everytime I speak more, I should speak less…the more I live the more I see death.