I write

I write wrong

I write with a subtle intregral purpose.

Littered with errors, red, under swiggles

shiggles

squiggles

I write because I can, a medicre privilage

of a pen...pencil, paper.

I write with an ink voice.

I write when I have no words.

I write from my small pedigree line of thinkers

and iconoclasts-

my mother.

Taught after I've uncounsciously known.

Forgetten noun, verb, verbphrase...

Pure jibberish

jobberries

gibberish

I write to feel exclusive