Life never ends, until it does.

Is never fun, until it is.

It's only bad when it's not good.

And really great while eating food.

We'd knitted our pits into the peach.

"That'll light it up" we said.

And then we came to life.

Starting as blips on a grid,

It ended with a kiss.

A bug pressed upon my leg.

A bit of frozen plantain had stuck my knee.


I froze a hair of against all of the pretty girls.

I boiled all of my hell so there was no stew that they could stir.

Good night, molten soggy rock.
I'd never knock on your door
know that we are tracked in a singular
Triangular fate.

You're simple.
So dimpled simple being.

Absurtitiy dragged in the average being.

You've breached the see and now I have to to pretend like I see you on the horizon of peace.

Beware knowers that know who they don't know.

You need praise.
Want want it.
Live on praise in turn.

Average seeks average.

Genius seeks and can **** after anything that differs from the art they want to create.

Fail in creativity from the layman is the creativity of their own.

Making a mountain out of a knife.

Made out of diamond dagger tiger teeth.

I blasted a plastron of over cooked crust over my underexaggerated neighbors.

I plastered a naked girl with her breast broken over the necks of our favored favored people.

After my mind had let her go,
I stayed near to frozen water and cracked an egg,

I prayed while I fried my food in that frozen skillet.

I played with the string on my boots,
the boots all rotted out,
I played with them until I was brave enough to shoot out a complaint about how hard our life's had been.

So...
So they got mad and binned us into batch and snatched away our phones.

Bemoaning about out lack of rights is like a baby pooping too hard.

It's not all about you or me.

We're here cause we let down our guard.

Safefy is just safety.
But safety isn't safe.

You are you,
and I am I
cause we don't have the right color in our
face.

I burnt a crispy bit of bark,
So we could cook our food.

And then we sang and smoked some ****,
before we choked down all the *****.

...

I woke up early,
it was cold.

So, I cook all the water I could.
Because coffee and oatmeal warms you,
in the wild,
warms you much more than it should.

But not only that,
only two days in,
your boy smuggling in some bacon.

Why? You ask?
Because.
I love my friends.

And the coolest sight.
The coolest thing in the world.
The coolest thing ever.
Really.
The coolest thing....


The coolest thing is watching them shaking after several brutal ways...

Cooking up a pan of fresh bacon.
In the morning.
With your friends.
Is the best way.
The best way to spend the end of days.