High upon the tower
of your ego-mania bliss
i am setting bombs and launching rockets
at you: CHRIS.

Christopher McDaniel of Oildale:
******* in the face!
I cannot believe you disgraced
the sacred of my world for your fake needy weakness
like this, and now I do hate!

Now I do hate!
Apprehend yourself for the impact,
I promise you will not enjoy the ride.
For all the lies and falsity,
Whatever did you say to make this arise?

I care not, luxerious one.
Like fly paper so full at Jack's.
I shall go beachward - alone -
since you mean nothing to me,
as I do you.

As I do to you:

mean nothing.
You are really something else.
False pretender of things lovely, demon of boring apathetic hell.

You smell, too so brush the teeth, fool.