soon i will have been(,)
fine so i hope(.)
ll: one day i will
have a child
and he or she
and her and i
will hum (Just)
to
sing
to,o

saying direct\or
ally:

you are perfect
and everything is
[perfect(,) and (just)]
because
everything is(.,and)
it's just that
one day
when you are strong(;.)
Enough
and never too old
after you have fallen through
time
in
this place,
space enough,
though i will have found
some
one,
me, to give you
and when you no
longer need me,
but love me
you will see and say so quietly
to yourself :ll

i don't have the energy to machine a bunch of personal lazers what with having to skate to work. (thats how it works dumbass).

none of which is as normal as fucking humans with lazers, but we don't even have hoverboards yet.

glass menagerie with a silver lining = sharks with freakin lazers

it's always almost over:
let me breath
or die

i wish to leave
now
you can't
then
i'm going
to
make like i
already have

if i may say a word about sheep skin jackets...
they look: stupid.

thats it thats all i have to say for now,
oh yeah and hair burns, those are super cool too.

lately ive become concerned that the entire world is exactly how it seems to me

the only problem is im becoming too lazy to do anything about it

would someone email me some c4 ha aha ha

fuckos

surveys suck my ass,
research my foot,
each call with no control group
manufacturing statistics.
it's advertising
and i've always
been a whore.

i miss my hair too.
note to all fuckos
that cut their own hair:
watch it buster
cuz its just as easy to
fuck up
as get it right,
and now you'll
be able to see all
the assholes staring
at you.

ps to drunk old men:
stop touching me.
hit on me all you want,
but touch me again
and i'll either;
start crying,
break all your fingers
or pour beer on my
own head in your
direction.
save the groping
for your fumbled
apologies.

i hate everything

not very interesting?

fuck off, who was
talking to an insignifigant
prick like you?

oh, an insignifigant prick like me
nope, i only have time
to completely
drive myself crazy,
what the fuck are you doing asshole?

and here is just the endless scream and anger i never want to feel, and why all this again and again
and how to escape, and how to live and breathe without burning. short path.

i remember a time and a place that existed.

i miss myself too

please....

soon

what the fuck is going on ever?

and for fucks sake would someone just fucking blow it all up?

Memories are often the
greatest obstruction to
sensing the slow erosion of(;)
the idea(,) of time.

They most often come(;)
without warning
and without a shadow(,)
of doubt(,)

without substance(.)
all through out
this moment
i drift in
and observe
entropy.

and i send you the best of my fergrets via this faintest of Postal Service, i wish you more than everything,, even if i don't know why,
and and a Clark Gable composite.

its like going crazy every moment, every sound, every second evolution a revolution in rhyme the schemes evaported like sutures meant to keep time and i can't sign to myself in the dark, but I don't know how to speak, to the week enders alone can never feel the pain, we walked far too far, its time time to float away and second glances firstances for instances can not be revoqued only understood on a plain exterior to those of abraham, and issac proclaimed it drops off from the earth to calm and see and let be and hate privately and to scream and learn quiet consumptive contemplation of earthly temptations and which will set you FREE.

if it's not i can't tell; so i'm imploding forever in this moment hopefully attracting destructive force in his direction, and the whole fucking irony of c u l-(-A-: now or never "" worked, b some on elsewill be )-ture will collapse into our increasingingly folded over; arms in hand scattered ashes and skeletal fragment(s)aid shattered differential just energy, plain H2O collapsing on the living room floor every night without you(1,2,3) now) i don't ever want to die again so i am letting go one last time: dc only sleeps alone, no offense or intention contracted or signed along the way. i wish the best to the world out there trying and dying for darwin, i don't mind much except that i miss the way cold felt on my face with my eyes closed and the smell of fresh apples and everything about falling asleep again in saftey, before i couldn't sleep alone, and i was scared of everything, every one i've ever known has hated me and i wish that i could leave now that i can finally see the world in front of me all in manhandled disharmony, and hatred in the trees gnargled at the seems and pestered into gleams suspiciously impair as would be: an airport delapidated whore begging for some more sha king into action lear you old fart at least get up and dance with me, tho daughters have often stripped you two can fight.I haven't anything else to say fo now... someday you all gonna realize that i need to talk more, and if that's got to be paid for, then pay me. If not make a movie or some shit man, fuck, write a book, any one can write a book.... fuck, i miss reading.

fuck dizzie's new cd; i can't even call it an album, i hope its a joke; otherwise i never want to leave this basement apartment.

fuck dizzie's new cd; i can't even call it an album, i hope its a joke; otherwise i never want to leave this basement apartment.