You know i';m interested in liberation yo! Maybe yo mind is a batttle field. The cannon ball strikes somewhere and sometimes you will find that a quick step to the left might just save your little life but then again you might think twice. Somebodys gotta go and the cannon just blows unabashedly and fervently with no target at all. You think yo steppin was a wise decision? what about the guy that got a cannonbal in his FRIGGIN foot and got infected and started decomposing into some strange light-like situation in which he resembled a trillion spirals metlting into each other like a brilliant friggin light gasm and he yelled acute shimmering liscenses over all the fraggmented arrays of life (youve)(meve) managed to gather. ?Truth like razor wire and jilted saving grace!!!
Anyone who could remove this slight bother I have. You see I am very much contaminated and my body is suffering the concequences. If you are fluent in psychoclogical maladies I could very much use an antidote. perhaps we could work some sort of trade. my mind is quite aggitated by trades or bartering of any kind you see but I manage to painfully move my way through things that are ADVERSE to my psyche. It is only a matter of associating the steps towards completion of my goal with things that I am comfortable with, which are quite few I'm afraid but don't you worry about me. Just PLEASE help me...
music is soooooo last year. what you need is some of dem damn old electron shocks to the head boy! Whoooooo eeee! thats dreamin right there!
movies...riiiiiiiiight I suppose films are skewed little anti realities I should go spend my time in! I have no actual connection to these spear-o-mints other than the fresh breath! You put your ideas into my brain to digest....well then you summamagun I'll take two please!
televisions are steadily becoming obsolete. books are on the way in baby. These things are awesome! They have pages and everything.
What the hell is a book?!!!! (incidently the most amazing peace of mind was represented as a buddhist mandala and constantly created over and over again and the words the words the words are never gonna stop. They are the dresses worn by the spirits of the pulsing rhythm! Momma don't stop me now I've got gold in my pen and atom bombs in my soul! It's time to crash and burn! Then its nothin then its nothin)
i'm probably my own hero, since I'm pretty sure i'm the only person I know who is real. seriously. The rest of you are goshdarned dirty robots and will have no homage. So if I go insane...please keep your wires out of my brain