mentality is just a part of your imagination  
god was insane too
and look what he created

life*
the permanent primal scream
a terrible ******* dream
i see the flowers
but i can only feel the rain

too many of us out there are sane
too many of us here are (in)sane

i was microwaved
i've fallen down a deep bottomless cave
they don't think i'll be able to get out
i don't think i'll be able to get out
i don't think i want to get out

"money doesn't talk, it swears"
bob you've just done too much acid
i've seen money talk
i've seen the gods plots
if every day is a miracle you are probably about to rot
if everything is going your way, it's about to take a turn into a dark lot
park
stay
feel like you've been driving around for days
money doesn't talk, it prays

walkin on a tightrope
a high tower between body and brain
tumbling
slipping
i'm tipping toward insanity

my brain!
i can't even feel my brain
dazed and delusional

i don't feel constitutional
just really ******* high

metaphors lack answers and so do i

my head feels like a washing machine

my body feels like a dryer

repeat

young love disgusts me

like an infected cow’s mammary gland

your milk is full of antibiotics and ****

you drink it

you like it, want more of it

it wants more of you

but it’s really just making you sick

although nobody really tells you that

you just drink the milk, easily satisfied

until it makes your way through the digestive tract and destroys your newly infected insides

my aunt was a wiccan

with a sheep farm

i was the shepherd, leading the flock

until my small body couldn’t run anymore.

she knit me black wool socks

that i never wore. they made me itch.

i just put them on my shelf and stared at them

feeling bad that somebody put all that time and effort into a kind deed for me

for nothing.

she died on christmas eve of an aneurysm.

i didn’t cry

i just sat at the table

and wondered where she went