Straight up Bastardly.

people often ask me if i'm on drugs. i'm not. i'm just bored with television and going to the gym or practice of somewhat is just not in the cards. there's more than the shell. besides, who else is going to make you laugh when chaos has ensued?

kiss kiss bang bang,

i donot sleep in time.

does this look infected?

i don't see the rabbits around much anymore. must be the cold weather.

sometimes i destroy things that aren't mine.

playing cat and muse with my thoughts asunder,  parcels that were mailed never to return. vending machine trepidation, and wallowing in name brand apathy with easter egg colored furvor.

you're laughing. i'm not.

predisposition to nothing at all.

saturday morning dissidence.

the terrorists have already won. your relentless pandering has muted your chances of a gain in perspective. apathy is your only errand ran today. tomorrow you'll have  to get cat food. porfolio of nonchalance and a steady diet of milk. anthracite is your hue of choice, and we just ran out. keep yelling, sheep will follow.

i hope you like rap-metal.

your syncopatic recordings are telling of your true facade. you are the kitchen knife. i am the apple. dishwasher hybrid. mold in the sugar. feed your kitty. your murderous prose is so pedestrian.