debris stuck in the garbage disposal and muckraking over my mind with thick bumbling grime. mental meltaways out my ears and down the way.
the mouth opens and the finger goes up in timid request to me smote down by the teeth of a tyrant in the tophat townhome, a terror show summed up with one thing, no.
so put yer hands in front of yer face and suck in the disgrace, muggy shakes, splay her open and lay yer eggs. This cant be good…..
moody muff mumbling about stuff, gruff and tough, standing in the buff, never was enough to brush up the licks and harden those tits and legs splits and out shits the kits for the meaning of life, the meaning of wife, and the strife of the rife who knife at the night and wail for life, biting their sight into the narrow bologna hole fucking it gleefully in the park, humid and colored sharp, im blind, its time, i blow off and aint no show off gonna go off on my snowtop cause the blows gone in a few minutes and my brain fizzes like colorful cola corroding the core of my soul thats become the rocking chair bore, with nothing to offer like some desperate whore who wants nothing more than to score some vision pure and whole.
stop looking at my mole……
my eyeballs have become assholes and my mouth a desert spraying dust with hints of lust, and a sign saying
anything or bust..
all thats left is crust and rust flaking away and dispensed like slush.
Yum! tastes like gone inspiration and trite masturbation
fucking never get to terrapin station…
brains been freebasin’ permaspacin’
no more creation, just wastin’ and chasin,
location, location, location…
