Hereby I am
Therefore you cannot
Fore I must
Lest you be

Organize phase altitude decrease
Open this chest of greasy bowels
BEGIN TRANSITION!
Or fit through the acronym of anonymous anthology ridden lock
I am perfect
I am perfect
I am perfect
I am perfect

That's one lucky guy
That's always the case
My luck doesn't exist
So I must make my own
I suppose

Look at my weeping words
And may you smile
Look at my ****** tears
And may you know joy
Look at this terrible writing
And may you be good

And so
I decide
To forego
The regular

I decide that
I'll do this
Instead of that
And that

Most simply
It is not
For me

Back and forth
From again
To never before
Or always
Eternally

Opportunity or opposing unity to unify and untie
*****'s lesion sipping each seasonal reason for loving your flowing hair and knowing care

Strike the stench and light the match and throw open the hatch jump inside along with furry-toad-love
*** and lust and the vex of the ****** of what is on the television gone up and through and something grew inside my skull where IT is thus, null
And I speak of course off course because of this coarse curse of your love
Flinching finch-pinch-tense, since she's, hence, a personal goddess
I'm a man of fetus-like love of birth and woman-girth

I like my girls to be bigger
Though perhaps for a less redeemable reason

I am the humanoid-elemental-embodiment of low self-confidence
And most are out of my "league" (at least physically and aesthetically)

Bouncing round' a mindless institution for the righteously sane
Play it loud
Play that **** n' blow them speakers
Explosions surround my insides with cartoon missiles and true artistry
Frame rate, corrupt
Wishful testimonial contracting embalming with a side of hot vinegar
You must not be here at this particular century
You must be here at this particular void
Touch the fire
Lick the tongue of ash-grown slash-sown fash-i-own
Whether you weather the feather or whittle a little or blow the flow it doesn't matter because I don't know
Slide the note over the note noting that the tote is on his merry way to fairy day
I scratch my neck off and pull head into the lower half of my extra escaping toe
Where am I
Where am I
Where am I