Family game night:

In it to win it, win or lose! "WIN LOSE OR DRAW" -updated edition, 1992-

"now with fewer screws to lose!"

or get unloosened, and then - come loose - and then, ultimately, you know, get lost... .

So yeah! Fewer screws! (Their getting *******)

I'm not in it for what I can do for you. I'm in it to see what we can do together, to make a memory worth looking back at, even if it's bad once it's done you can find the humor in each mistake - so as to make the recap shine from time to time and a little, too, every now and then...
and then again.
Bright like diamond sparkle, sparks pop and sizzle into smoke,
and fade.

And if the lighting is perfect too- and you set a perfect mood -and you find a good tune or better a a whole album you can dig on while you shoot the **** and kiss and tease and beg and plead and win and lose. It's my favorite thing to do. You ever smoke and chill? Yeah me too. (This was a lie) Nah like sitting still in a room is like... my favorite thing to do. (Also a lie.) In fact he was almaost physically incapable of sitting still once high on ***. He had to walk around and move. He walks through all his spiral thoughts and beats a rhythm out of syllabary slices he hopes that he can rhyme sooner or later, at marching cadences and syncopating them slowly, to the sway.

but what if I could say it better, yes I know I haven't said it yet that's the dilema- what if I said it out loud but then I thought of a better way to say it and it hauntes me terribly, that I always be most clever every beat of every bit and turn of phrase,  oh god I'm rambling, never mind that **** I said... Hey LOOK AT THAT!!

He Bungles the bolt, stumbles and stops, and gives up the retreat. "My bad guys... I ****** that one up... Nah you guys were great! Yeah that's on me... My B. Later dudes."

(Hell yeah! I certainly slogged that one out.  Sarcastically -Yippee I'm self aware now, too!!! ,'.)  

"You too? Cool. So..? Cool, yeah, so— what are you? Like what are you up too? You busy tonight or like, what's up?
You feel like kickin it later?
... Or now if you're into it? You know...

"Cuz I kinah feel like kickin it witchou."
(but do it smooth) [******* dude...]
{don't be rude}(why not? That was ******* cheese *****!* And cheese ***** can ******* ****.)
[whatever man, he can't hear us anyway so what's it matter?]{it's just uncouth}.

This city life is mentally toilsome
My mood shifts like a rocking pendulum
Working for ****** isn't fun
Fall in love with one and you're done
My eyes are bloodshot behind a locked door
What the world has to offer, doesn't cut it anymore
I use drugs to fill the gap in my soul
And to counteract the meds that make me sore
One minute I'm pacified, the next thirst for gore
I try not to succumb in this spiritual war
I implore you not to search for me, you will not find
I can't tell the truth without being unkind
The average person makes me want to go blind
Demons are feeding on my lobotomized mind
The same kind of demons that made these machines
The works of the hands have men on their knees
A stagnated society with feminist themes
It works for ******, who shouldn't lead
I serve no purpose, and feel no ease
I just want my own land and to eat fruit from trees

I will not fear death
When death here comes for me
For death is the release
And Death is heavens key
A good death is ideal
Quiet and at peace
But any death will do...
At least for me.

Death is near even when death is far
Never more than a raven away
At any time waiting, night or day
Despite whether or not you feel safe
You are but one bad decision
Away from destruction
Not But a moment from oblivion
Which is always at hand
if you want it or need it to be

So do not fear death
for death fears not you
Await it with patience
Without anxiety
Forgive it's intrusion
And rest
Peacefully