I have a hole in my stomach!

I'm curious to see what's that I see coming at me, through the reflection. I'm a painter of light, a re-bounder of beauty, except there is a saturation of excellent and hence too much quality to define. No lie, I live in a key hole that reflects reflection and realizes, that no key can go there. Does this make no sense! O.K it's a bull raging, vicious and beautiful. So many bulls! how many bullfighters? almost non, I know of one, with no penis. Son of a bitch, painted nice and then killed himself. American! Beautiful, the fall. Then there is the British, no Polish, no, there was this guy, this guy, who talked about corporate expansion along foreign jungle rivers, filled with killer sexy women that idolized tourist...Who cares! I know. I'm looking for a raging bull to butt heads with, Whimper with. Not a painter. Hell no. Reflectionist, No!....Yes, Maybe. I need love to succeed to thrive.  Through social destruction, and I've already gone through the process of castration. I look for it, from others. I enjoy it to the maximum, I strain it. I was told to do what suits me, so I do. I suit myself in thunder.  I remember, what love looks like, it's dark, not reflective, it magnificent, but deceptive. Like lightning...Bang. Love I guess???  it is abundant, and fine, I know I'm delusional and out of my mind. Like a party after the park, yes a party at Clarissa's, a thought embarked, and derived from the mind of a Wolf. I'm curious to see what's coming at me in my own reflection, the things I can't see, they are frightening but not scary. Over seas I can see a bottle of C-plus floating with my SOS saying that it was born in the darkest part of Dublin next to a young Irishmen named Stephen. I'm safe and sorry thankyou. This paragraph is something I don't believe in because, there is no one here that we are actually seeing it with.