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My name is Randy kemp Lynn jr. and I live in Fouke Arkansas. I am 25 years old and I was born on the holiday Veterans day, November the 11th on the 1987th year after of our Lord and savior Jesus Chist died for our sins. I breathed first in the San Bernardino County hospital, I was cold and naked and blinded by a brightness I later came to know as light. The only things I wanted were heat, comfort, affection and methamphetamine. This genetically inherited mutation of dna I call a cognitive conscience human personality or "myself" are the effects of many years of over entitled self importance, over indulgent self destruction, a psychotic emotional attachment to the ego and an unending lust for constant attention. The only force guiding my body forward too and through and away from the consequence of my cruel and abusive affection was the mutation of my addiction. Addiction consumed my very soul until nothing was all I wanted. The nothing I was longing for hollowed my heart and crushed my will. I was empty and still mimicking death and Addiction took my form and Addiction held my breath while I became the storm. I am an Addiction to the freedom of experience. Freedom from self subjective thinking will cost you more than a soul, but it's worth more than sanity. I am what I want and nothing is something I can't have.