sex is sick.
i think i like it.

you didn't have to do it.
but you did it to say.
that you didn't have to do it.
but you would anyway.

in the walls there are wires
and in the moon there are hammers
they fall into the rooms where we see ourselves sleeping.
we are reaching for the hands that will assist us
we are dreaming for the strength to climb the moon
so that we may build a ladder to conventions window
and smash in it's oceans.

Isnt it sad when you know the difference between this fake world of materialism and fear yet you go to work day in and out because there is simply nothing else to do.

at some point even neon burns out.

don't worry kids Bush'll bring back Jesus.

homicide, it's so easy. it's a game. we can play it like kids play house.

fuck genetics. in America I can buy a new face.

consistency will only make you stupid.

free the animals and let them eat the rapists and child molesters.

So what did you want to be when you were growing up?
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i wish i had the gift
to recognize when efforts
have become useless.

i would have buried this blue ink
one thousand feet below the roots
of seeds that sit in drought
unable to even feel the heat
that keeps them down.

and i will...

but not tonight