I've found a splendid way to wreck pieces into poison.

It's a leak, awful : kristal nachkt

It's a rock and roll hell show
But leave me living,
although shell shocked

At least into hell that I wont go

Suddenly so sullen. I shave a bed of sully folks
Stoking fires made of poision
was not the tradition of my old folks..


So, it had to had to happen sullenly
Fire on the flame
I could not hate so sullenly
Humans I could not abstain

but it to it, came life stitiches
Leaving love life in  a bag
I may have life, but stitches
but still i'm just a stag.
A bitter leavened heavy heart but still i'm just a boy
I cannot lead anything
I'm hungry boy toy

Sacrificing a seat of sullen ****** brews
and the same path of thinking that you make you use and lose
Like it's a blanket that with cover you
but it keeps you from you life
Wanting is discovering and makes like not worth strife.
I
I
I
It's like bleeding in helpless deer
It's like a fire undiscovered, pain bent on, without fear.

Clear. So fully. I said that even though I'm blind, I can be a seer.
It's like shaven fur off of a beast that's at least will to make me fear

Sullenly, so sorry. With drips of lamplight lit with chicken stock
Burned up with reduced hate fat.
Unlacking in a shamble.
But FEAR
Please relent and do assume how unendearing
I'm steering my own bit into life only lit with bitter wood
Dry and misunderstood.
But that's good.
Because I would rather die than try to fly in air that I can't breath.

Even in the summer time,
hotdogs fall on the floor
The best of us can rest because
We know our dogs will eat them

But I've been at night before
I place that I can't find food
And a ***** hotdog is a treat
But eating dirt is rude

So I pick up my napkin
And pick up my pride and self
I revere the ***** dog,
I would place it on a shelf

But out of way, food does mean nothing
so I garble it instead
because with food I can be something
I can because I am well fed

I learned how to make lots of croissants today
But not in the traditional French way

I used the old way first,
with butter and forearm thirst.
Listing out my errors
Was heaven
Living in an failbuilt sunburst

So certainly it's striking
enough to have a beer
To celebrate the failures
The bring ending to a near

It's even like learning to count numbers
So somber and sober is the lesson
Messing with dull knives and rusty bumpers
I built my own wooden shed to confess in.

Fever is the flavor
That is special for tonight
Heat is pressure savor,
Die by heat or knife tonight