Stare at the wall
My head falls back
My mind goes blank
My mind goes black
My body goes limp
My ***** gets wet

They make a mockery of the beauty of life
Poison to pleasure, vice to virtue.
In godless strife we are made to wander
The more used the taste, the lust for ***
The weaker the sensation becomes
Punishment for overindulgence in pleasure
Delirium tremins, venereal disease
Pleasure is a feedback, not a goal it seems.

Is this a pursuit of the mind or a pursuit of the soul
The dichotomy becomes more clear as maturity takes hold
One Is eternal, one is terminal
Held back in the temple of a sweat drenched ape
Of what temple is my corpse
Of what god so boldly speaks
This temple of mine is nothing but a grave
A fester *** of ill intent and unhealthy impulsivity
My sentence structure has degraded along with my health

To this I always turn
At unconquerable lows and artificial highs
I have embarrassed myself far too many times
In plain English they plead
What is English but an arbitrary set of sounds
A reminder of nothing
We are but cattle
Uneducated and dull

mindless wonder
as I decide to ponder
how my legs feel like rubber
and my mind starts to falter
perhaps this is my altar
these contusions and punctures of mine
this disease that I worship
these bones I have broken

My legs.
Are made of rubber.
Rubber dapper towel wrapper.
Sapper,
and a trapper,
find a rabbit.
Its a meal,
and its a deal,
only 21 dollars

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