.oh, i can live in a small city, just give me the meat to taste on the tips of my fingers! and, yeah, i'll continue to confirm my base: ******* for the me who based myself in a Faustian lesson... you do the supermarket cashier favors'... i rather die with the ambitions of a beggar on the street... last one i heard? he said: my mother told me to only speak truth... yeah... i have the ambitions of a Diogenes.

x-men apocalypse...
is, so much better
than the marvel
                  universe...
finale...
     karina stow...
bye...
      triggers...
            i feel like:
i do want to shoot
a gun into a target...
even prostitutes
aren't as this,
overtly nervous...
      eddie izzard
mingles with the early
singles of the corss...
you walk into
a jobcentre?
chances are...
you won't find
an application for a job
in a slaughter-house...
killing...
pig...
   by the package-worth
of demands...
don't worry...
you're just stupid!
i want to work
in a slaughter-house...
but...
i guess i'm
too dumb...
  too dumb to fish,
too dumb to...
do anything beside...
waiting
for the death of the
supermarket cashier role
of: standing still...
waiting for a role...
playing the gyspy
isn't in the jobcentre either...
   you give me
one more take on
the role-play...
i want a job...
akin to
being a street-cleaner...
or working
the slaughter-house...
but those sort of works
are not made advert for
the unemployed...
  so?
          marvel: infinity
war *****...
x-men: apocalypse?
              black panther...
*****...
  spawn? rules!
                   the end.
ever walk into
a jobcenter...
   being unemployed...
and...
there are no vacancies
for
positions in
a slaughterhouse?
      lucky you,
lucky me.  
sometimes...
a man...
just wants to ****...
what he's about to eat...
y'know?