You monster.

Skippable story
For the glory of something else.
Meg Ryan's everywhere.
Another movie with Meg Ryan.
Natives, man.

Indian Jewish
Pork and I stewish.
I used to write to side-track myself.
It's back again.

Purple footed ostrich
****** for me
You monkey faced animal

The who wants my flesh?
The you wants my mess.
Thanks Meg Ryan, you're everything.
The ants go marching.

Me, you?
A pile of stew?
A dinner for two?
A side of verbal spew?
Oh, ****.
I picked up sticks
and allowed my mind
to create you different.
You scare me.
Wine in hand
I make weird plans
I use rope and some vinegar too.

Brain cloud, said Joe to his volcano
erupts inside Meg Ryan
"Where are you?"

Tobey Maguire cries rivers
His ***** is this big.

Go deeper for truth
Go deeper for answers
Let's swell and burst.
Spanish for "**** me".

I'm a robot from the future
Laser eyes
Cyber-**** the tyrannosaur

The worst thing is more what I'm coming to
Frogger onto an oncoming bus grill

Watch my innards explodinate.

I work to grab you
I grab to work you
Winkie-face emoticon, except,
y'know IRL.

God's calling recently.
I'm struggling to pick up the phone.

Only place to put my hope in is Him.
Why can't I pick up the receiver?

***** my sideways
Laterallity
I make words out of structure
And there's little left to say.

There's a secret door to your right
There's a pen to your left
Create your own worlds
Or be stuck in the one you're in

What's better?
Escaping reality in fantasy
Calamity

We look towards this life as something
So negative
What if the life we're living is the utmost positive?

What if this is the best?
The dissatisfied part of me screams in agony
The happier part shouts for joy.

This truly is the best life.
What really matters, I suppose
Is how we conduct ourselves
and the views we hold.

Oh Look! Intelligence!
Says no one as we stroll through the store

Trailer park arrivals
Getting darker vitals
Let's just rhyme random nonsense

I took a stroll with God today
He's risen, you know
I took a stroll with God today
Imprisoned in sin, I know

There's coffee in my brain
And coffee in my hand

And stains where no tear drops
e'er fell

There's chocolate on my toast
There's chocolate on my toast
There's spices on my roast

What's this world coming to?

If there's something to write,
      it's certainly not in my mental sphere.