Systematic dysfunction
Training Syllibus questionable at best
leaving this meeting of the minds
for one that is more suitable
just to be alone
and not talk to anyone

When I was a child
I couldn't stand to hurt a creature
even an insect
because I didn't want to cause the pain
that I had suffered before
and I was saddened at the thought
of my boot

Now that I am older
I love to crush
every one of those bastards
that I see...
and I laugh at the suffering
that I am causing now

Energy surging through, even with lack of caffeine ( Read more... )

This odd reality has taken a turn to be just so ( Read more... )

The fourth was lacking tradition ( Read more... )

A consistant barage of filth upon my grey matter ( Read more... )

Easing away from what may have been comforting, had I been open to receive it ( Read more... )

That morning the 21 year old young man was wrestling with his friends ( Read more... )

I followed pink pantied ass ( Read more... )

So much like the waves that I ride upon, and rock me to sleep at the end of a dreary night, my mood takes curviture form. Riding a crescent from norm, to high, to low. All smooth ranges forming short peaks, riding surreal awry. There was a moment last night, where all felt so beautiful and colorful, as if Dali himself had painted the atmosphere ( Read more... )