Thoughts and Opinions

 kids see ghosts sometimes stability without stasis i cant concentrate i cant focus i cant rest i cant say that somethings are to never be metioned aloud silence is music ill die not expressing somethings somethings are worth dying not knowing ridiculous i am so ridiculous nothing about me is credible i am god what do you want from me? im trying my best here i really am and if im lyin im dyin wellim dyin anyways and im dyin to meet yeah maybe through death will it all make sense it cant be that simple i know it cant be that simple i look down when i type im addicted to the clicking and clacking \ it gets me every type the noise im a noisr whore an audiophile i dont make sense nothing makes sense we make the sense but even our sense is senseseless death to all reason i killed him gladly proudly and most importantly   brutally   its all about the rhythm   if it aint got that swing   it dont mean a damn thing   short  jabs   every time i hit the spac...

 dont look at m dont look at anything else look away please just look away look at me now look behind you turn around nothing is there if something was there you wouldve freaked out but something is always there on your back gnawing away at your innerds just look at how you devour your food filthy flesh eater burnt offerings at the stake cannibalism

 nows the time to clear my head of all the very things i dread nows the time to clear my skull of the word impossible nows the time nows the time dont look at me like how nows the time  nows the time everybody's saying how why because are obsolete in my book now that i know a thning or two about the world   i dont care about consistency   it takes away from the moment   worrying about a future that will never occur   i want to be a top class magician   i want to be able to stun the world with a simple char,m   i want to manage my weight so that i can gravitate and fly through the mid air   i want my etheric body to be able to instantly teleport anywhere in the world   i want enlightenment   i want to be buddha no skip buddha   i am god   speaking nonsense is all i know   if it made senseto you  then it isnt divine enough   thats how im starting to view my life art creativity pleasure sex   the best of i...

 i have to write i just have to   strictly for me   and me alone   my giut is too tied up and twisted   too many plans not enough action     i just hate the dailiness of life   in and out   eveery day   you gotta pick something you like to do every day in order to pass the time because living your days sappy is unbearable ive been stuck for too long i should be writing everyday i should be fucking everyday i wanna fuck somebody somebody special prospects come to mind but i know the one     i dont have a single original thought   this really is telepathy   between me and my soul   the only place i get to speak   in whatever way i wanted   no[body can shut me up   when i get to typing   it is a very stalwart experience   words come at you like a brick wall theres no hope in misconstrument there is not enough tonality but i hoe you can hear my voice through this i hope it rings true and clea...

         

 singing rainbows and spittin daisies i want to be your biggest pal i want to be your i dont no how je ne sai quoi ne je ferai  do the zombie stomp do the hockey pockey like okie dokie  meets artichoke like mr rogers meets the fool dont be shy dont play it cool dont be coy i wanna see you act a fool cuz im a demon      (hey hey there there mister mister cuz im a demon      i wanna fuck your sister)

 dirty iceborne fingers energy still lingers from the other night we had a goose egg pie and tarred and feathered pillow fight urban blight gone and bonked some skulls rancid gravy sank into pall malls pailed window seil unveiled and unhealed its all about how the women feels if shes a lady then why she's misbehaving understood underneath the sinking cement spray painted i love you over my guitar tattoo left me battle scarred going hard going hard going hard