Taboo subject.. end of the concept
Packaging time
I ask dad if it's wise...
And he actually replies....
No asking its actually time...
Sike kid... damage your eyes...
Elapsed ****.. collapsed in a matter of retractable spines
that back the
Matter of mind until
Inception of collateral action
Sadly applies....


I'm like **** son this crazy as **** and...
Mother loving mud mucking truck of a subject.... I love your corruption of discussion but I won't touch this
Much detention of budget....
I'm supposed to plummet corruption
And raise consumption of loving
But something had me..
Crunching my stomach....
**** it... slum love sees me ghetto
And I admit I untouchably love it...
Like sons to a summit
Peaking like ridges of country pines
Extending from mud pits .. in the numbness
Of winter and the crumbs of son to the mother to son in...
A witness of love at the summit...
Till food prices plummet
And the poor is full in the stomach
Something of a drunkness
The world is end of discussion....