mashpotat

the wind isnt blowing how strange and rare the island communicates its tired i know i speak fluently planetary non ambiguous language when things are wrong come to me with your hindrance i am god but im partly parted half bit moldy kit kat my soul is quartered to moon mandates and mishaps the water of the ocean softly screams anthems BRASS a tornado of manic euphoric carnage hurricanes BASS saturated almost melanated got three four five six genes in my blood stream only to be live very truly incarcerated the corpses i buried i make sure theyre extremely desecrated im beaming exhilarated, murder in fast forward like a cartoon but realistic in all senses its all grins & all happy faces when blood splatters over the lipstick and the pavement i dip stick deep and beep in my assailants christmas. murder. fuck and torture vagrants pit pat step further to the muck to venture in my mental i find myself chained up dentures locked up screaming let me go FUCK cabron si acaso cambio a español por que no puedo con tanto dolor me cago en DIOS si logro salir lo juro que lo mato asi sea lo ultimo que sea lo que la fuerza me dió la balanza encima de un monton de mierda colectiva y brasa dentro del carbón me decido a vivir mi vida si no muero despues de tanta pero tanta paliza maricon... i return to myself i begin to really think THAT i belong in the mix along with myself an idiot whelp ugh well.... its all a huge Wumbo-mumbo-jumbo combo staring at the cosmos life is always a win-loss balance is a bitch but i aint bitching out crosshatched criss cross the universe with me playing ping pong im just a grunt a grunt is all i need to lift my spirits up