i float about in this quasi world entwined in a quasi relationship killing my mind, line by line eating keyboards of gluttony they consume my thoughts nightly rejurgitate them into idiocy daily flung onto the minds of laypeople the time goes on.......ever going on leading to the inevitable.... what is she?death.....or life...... ho or wife?
i sit stale and stark raving still craving sex and the necks of those without texts of bad checks neverthelessismorethenweeverhadinscore hate the past alive at last sway away we go life is death more is less held to her breast confusion at best collusion with the rest the crazed never sleep the perverse always creep
seems as tho everything I wish for in here happens......but to extreme!!!
I asked for a job and money......got them both, but now I work 6 days a week.....searching for understanding with my girl......got it and then some.....
hmmmm..........I WANT TO OWN A SMALL ISLAND AND LIVE UNTIL I'M 100!