i wear a hangover and vegan shoes to a job inside my dreams where i do nothing and get payed for being who i am. this shithead minfuck drifts to a sea of sex. scumfuck...
scumfuck
scumfuck
scumfuck
scumfuck
or an orgasm.
like a kiss
a rush is a memory of the past
i doze with one eye open
running on brown powder
wrapped in brown paper
blunt raps like a white boy
shame on you
your liver twice the size it should be
an intake machine
or boy, what are you besides
hush that dirty mouth young man
sucking and shooting and snorting
the earth was shaking when i came in her mouth i fiend for rainy days where my mind goes wandering drop by drop to a place where umbrellas do not exist because nothing can cleanse you as well as the clouds and god bowling.
oh god yes do i have regrets but tomorrow is a new day.
i may be broke but im keeping my eye out for this thing called optimism because it surely could be stolen.
my aol screen name is weedisvegan if you want to communicate.
"hello satan, let's bring hell on earth. give me that needle and that bottle and i'll reak havoc on teenage girls and these fucks called friends and relatives and acquaintances. ima beat the hell out of myself, ima let these motherfuckers cut and punch and spit on me. split me open and rip me apart. i no longer feel physical pain, its a ghost. the dope numbs me, i inject demons in my veins, bring young ladies to my lair and penetrate and masturbate my homeboys, we bite and fight the thrill and the kill. fuck the scum. scum the fuck. scumfuck. scumfuck. isolated and alone, satan tell me some more, i need to know how to live. we rape and pillage, satan we will find jesus and crucify his goddamned ass again. oh yeah satan we are going to win. we are going to overcome this dreaded world because this is far worse then a hell could ever be."
