Mitch
02-23-2014, 05:15 AM
One day, thought i could taste light, THOUGHT I COULD THINK RIGHT, I WAS WRONG! Seems to be working out, can't you see it all go down, I'm so fucking easy. I'M SO FUCKING EASY! JUDGE ME CUS' I'M PERFECT! HUG ME I'M NERVOUS! MOTHER I'M SPINNING! This is illusion, that is the proof. Kill me, kill me, kill me, kill me. Saddle the youth, ride for fun. I'm a pretty playpen who's prisoners cant see outside the ladder's rungs. HAVEN'T YOU HAD FUN?
Goodbye, hello again. Why haven't you left? Haven't you slept? It's a sunny China. Don't break the plates if your fed up. Tomorrows a sunny breakfast, I won't back you up. Shake my rust in a catapult. Easy bake for the castle turned common folk for chicken match, Don't fear the train, bright lights never carry thought when you jump the kindle wax and slip through passengers/passages. Don't read. Produce poison and breed within the facts you lit to catch like tinder stacks. Cull the cauldron bulk and alchemise the kids some crack, then you could afford the porcelain window brat to point out the beauty in the most simple of kindred acts breathed a midst the city glass reflecting pits of cigar ash. Whispers are still intact after initial wisp extract, captured to coo the crows that fiend the beady black of grey matter strewn across the beaten path to build your berg asylums that treat disease with wrist straps, from the depths of Atlantic oil shafts and spoiled explorer craft.
Force yourself to silence. Thoughts distort the knowledge. You are just an iceberg, your shape isn't solid for as long as you want it cus' the water is dominant, hollow and full of itself enough to reflect itself in the sky just to mock at us, mop us up, we're following the path of least resistance, have to feed the children, have to feed the woman, have to meat a woman.
There's a bad taste, in the back of my words, I'll eat my tongue and taste myself. I dig your garden, Apples all around. Fill the stomach now. You can pay the bill, lay me off, mamma wants her pills!
I'll eat you. I'm everything. I'll kill yourself, and give you everything I've ever known. I'll see you sell it back.
Hi 5's 4 pentagrams. 9 lives for superman. Salt and glass for breakfast sun. Crackers can't have sex with nuns. Copper in my water pipes, Fluoride in my veins. Marijuana says i'm not alive, I'll force light through shade. This isn't church. You aren't hurt, are you?
Goodbye, hello again. Why haven't you left? Haven't you slept? It's a sunny China. Don't break the plates if your fed up. Tomorrows a sunny breakfast, I won't back you up. Shake my rust in a catapult. Easy bake for the castle turned common folk for chicken match, Don't fear the train, bright lights never carry thought when you jump the kindle wax and slip through passengers/passages. Don't read. Produce poison and breed within the facts you lit to catch like tinder stacks. Cull the cauldron bulk and alchemise the kids some crack, then you could afford the porcelain window brat to point out the beauty in the most simple of kindred acts breathed a midst the city glass reflecting pits of cigar ash. Whispers are still intact after initial wisp extract, captured to coo the crows that fiend the beady black of grey matter strewn across the beaten path to build your berg asylums that treat disease with wrist straps, from the depths of Atlantic oil shafts and spoiled explorer craft.
Force yourself to silence. Thoughts distort the knowledge. You are just an iceberg, your shape isn't solid for as long as you want it cus' the water is dominant, hollow and full of itself enough to reflect itself in the sky just to mock at us, mop us up, we're following the path of least resistance, have to feed the children, have to feed the woman, have to meat a woman.
There's a bad taste, in the back of my words, I'll eat my tongue and taste myself. I dig your garden, Apples all around. Fill the stomach now. You can pay the bill, lay me off, mamma wants her pills!
I'll eat you. I'm everything. I'll kill yourself, and give you everything I've ever known. I'll see you sell it back.
Hi 5's 4 pentagrams. 9 lives for superman. Salt and glass for breakfast sun. Crackers can't have sex with nuns. Copper in my water pipes, Fluoride in my veins. Marijuana says i'm not alive, I'll force light through shade. This isn't church. You aren't hurt, are you?