And i cant rite about politics
Unless i plan on being a poetic
Political journalist.
Also, i must keep away from the inconsistencies of religion
And i have to stop b reaking words up
Because words arent to be uncoded
And i cant rite about *** because its bad.
Unless i plan on being a ****** therapist.
But its okay to talk ****
About hackers because everybody abhors them.

The counsil says im too young to be an independent seer
And growth isnt.
I want them to leave me the **** alone.

Guuyrantualla

None of the manuals you ***** wrote prepare you for what can only be learnd through experience
You, on the other hand, told me
make up words.
So this one is for yall
Decheneyfication.
And for you
Smimics.

Jamming turtles for me.

900 lives later,

I finally kilt koopa.

Lily pad clarinet
Prune flute Carrot orange pull
Appaloosa pattern fur coat cross a
Hot pink cello zip
Peridot cymbals
Neon tumbleweed drums
All cause I wanna know
What tacky sounds like.



Jan 15th, 2015

Im like the only person in the world
Who knows you are full of ****..
And it makes me want to be
More full of ****
So I can at least beat you to the bathroom...