i'm a sad man, but it makes for good poetry. i've been trying to peice out what this is all here for and getting used to understanding i don't have what it takes to stop life from giving me crotch kicks untill my sack breaks. pushing this rock is making my back ache. and my heart aches and my head aches and i wake up with nose bleeds what do you supose leads to this metalic flavor it's time to prepare for your savior and make amends with your maker it's the end of the world now it the den of the squirrels now nut hungry herbavore and if she lies to me again i'm liable to curb the whore lyrically or course. stupid humans trying to appologize with the las mustered breath from a cruched trachia i'm breakin' yeah you're breakin me. am i soft and vagianl or a hard man made of all out phallusy? a rectum or the living embodiment of mayhem and bedlum. the destructer. what are you fucks fer?? it was just a dream. a nocturnal representation of my desired destination and my need for copulation and fuct up situations. happiness alludes me and illusions confuse me and i'm sure you could use me if i wasn't so used up and screwed up and scared scarred and disbared from praticing the law. the laws of metaphysics and the shit's thick thicker than the hydes of a thousand grey elephants thicker than the heads of ten thousand nightstand republicans and removed qicker than most of my troubles, friend.
