I dreamed that I died last night,
not just once but twice.
What the hell is that all about?

We don't control our own lives,
we pretend we do, but that is
merely a wishful self-deception.
Even human life happens not
unlike our riding a rollercoaster.
we are merely up and down
passengers with no control, on
board for the duration, at the
Whims of Fate, and recent
good maintenance of all the
equipment.

The feeling
You don't generally feel
The nature of connection
That gets pushed
To the keel
Them that you couldn't
Talk about
That love is the greatest
With that there's
No doubt.

Somebody's
Rotating my *****
Somebody's
Licking my bell.

There's nothing scarier
Than a naked man
With a sword
And a *******

Please don't lie
or you will hold it until you die
so don't burden yourlself with this task
because that is a dangerous cursed mask