Odors build up from a session of
sleep-work-sleep-work-sleep
[suicide in slow motion]
that seems to cycle
without hesitation
and soon
naturally.
Well fed big cat, poking at the
starved hysteric hyenas with
a 3 foot cattle **** Laughing.
Avoid eyesight.
Contact.
The hand that feeds holds down your throat;
the invisible hand masturbates your false ego,
your sense of self is attained by
radioactive superpowers achieved
through the assault of arachnids,
or the bite of some exoskeletoned predator.
What gives you incurable illness provides you
with some naive interpretation of life as
"endless shining light of warmth and love."
Yeah, well tough **** for the dead,
and please, less noise from the dying.
I broke a lantern in a vivid hallucination
I had in my sleep. Inside was the scripture
of a fortune cookie from
"Golden Dragon" on lee road.
It read,
"Life is made worth living."
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 11:42 PM UTC
Odors build up from a session of
sleep-work-sleep-work-sleep
[suicide in slow motion]
that seems to cycle
without hesitation
and soon
naturally.
Well fed big cat, poking at the
starved hysteric hyenas with
a 3 foot cattle **** Laughing.
Avoid eyesight.
Contact.
The hand that feeds holds down your throat;
the invisible hand masturbates your false ego,
your sense of self is attained by
radioactive superpowers achieved
through the assault of arachnids,
or the bite of some exoskeletoned predator.
What gives you incurable illness provides you
with some naive interpretation of life as
"endless shining light of warmth and love."
Yeah, well tough **** for the dead,
and please, less noise from the dying.
I broke a lantern in a vivid hallucination
I had in my sleep. Inside was the scripture
of a fortune cookie from
"Golden Dragon" on lee road.
It read,
"Life is made worth living."
