What hurts you the most she said, "My mommy," the girl replied with a wine. Why does she hurt you? she replied. "Because she isn't here for me, my mommy didn't help me enough." oh?" . " I hurt mommy because she use to hurt me, and my brothers and sisters." "what did you do." "i punched her in the head for hurting us and because she wouldn't listen to me, and now that im a big girl I hurt her like she hurt us." She begins to cry and shove her head down in between her tattooed knees. "nobody takes me serious, im a big joke to everybody, my friends even laugh at me."
"It's going to be ok," she assured " you got to take care of yourself now, and find something you like to do." " I wanna be an artist." she sobbed. " well live to be artist, breath it, be it." she replied. " that's not what I wanted to hear, its not what I wanted to hear." the little girl walks away

*******...a kiss..*******..a horn...*******...in the stomach..happy valentines, to saint valentines and to you.

How contradictions play a vital role in life, to a point where you become soft buttered bread, about to sog into pantyhose and made to look like a fool. While everybody mocks and laugh you stare into vastness wondering why? why cant I fight?

A new dawning, and still the traffic lights conduct their daily rituals, a  grain of salt entering the eye, and you cry but cant figure out why. Noises of machines growing louder, drowning the pit less despaired children inside, how  they scream when left-wing mind creates its logical flow. Blinded, and dumb, left crippled and controlled, no where to go.
Eat the apple and the knowledge its  is not enough, eat another and become needy, eat another and become greedy. Salivate like a parched dog, exploit your weakness. Will it be worth your life sentence?

ive split into two, and have ridden from across the city to find a true meaning, which i found in a book and an electric guitar, enlightened but not in vain, from a piece of myself that is coming into one again.

a hopeless mind but not  spirit, in search of darkness, by last mindful impulsions, to find the grail of youth and virility.

Oh come here if you wish to step onto the golden plate, there's a honey man underneath with his genitals out and splayed if you embrace the date. Spin into full rotations, until you *****, and hardens and thick as plaster. Your baptized into a new form.

Sometimes I can feel the brilliance energy of the stars that burn into the sky, three stars that triangular into god. When Miraculous humans find me they enter into the triangle, god speaks through us all, blessed sensation is this lift of the hearts that connect into one.

A hunger indeed is a hungry tiger in need, Wait! An indenture in my soul speaks in desire, so its an incrementation from Mammalia Justice League , for punishment in this in intolerable  act we are served to  read 3 years of children's rhymes, only on rice milk and Nut loaf.

Crying of insanity, stop this un-nationality, there's a   monstrous attack on  the poor, injection with the stick of death, to whom this disease has spread killing the innocent, with every death releases a ripple out to our nations into every soul, why am I depressed they say, why am I empty they ask? Because Fascism is ****** us ALL!  Do you dare open your ears to allow  the screams of the Congo's surge into your veins? To  feel the tears of the children  burn into your flesh? To see the truth. Happy Halloween..