JustAnotherBoii

wat a skeletal wreck of a man this is. translucent flesh && feeble bones. teh kindah temple where teh whores && villians try tuh tempt teh holistic tones. running rampant wit free thought tuh free form teh free && clear. && teh matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundromat tuh sift && focus on teh bigger, better, now. we all have a little sin that needs venting, virtues fer teh rending && laws && systems && stems ripped from teh branches of office do yuhh know wat yur post entails? do yuhh serve a purpose or purposely serve? wind down inside yur adivistic allure, teh value of a summer spent && a winter earned. fer teh rest of us there is always sunday. teh day of teh week that reeks of rest but all we do is catch our breath so we can wade naked into teh bloody pool && place our hand on the big black book. tuh watch teh knives zigzag between our aching fingers. a vacation is a countdown. t minus yur life && counting. time tuh drag yur tongue across teh sugar cube && hope yuhh get a taste. wat teh phuk is all this for? wat teh hell is going on? shut up! i cud go on && on but lets move on shall we? saii, yur me && im yuhh && they all watch teh things we do && like a smack of spite they threw me down teh stairs havent felt like this in years teh great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse. let me go && plunge me intuh teh dead spot again. thats where yuh go wen theres no one else around its jus yuhh && there wuz never anyone tuh begin with now wuz there? sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards wit their thumb on teh pulse && a finger on the trigger. classified my ass thats a phuken secret && yuhh know it! government is another way tuhh saii better, than, yuhh! its like ice but no pick a murder charge that wont stick its like a whole other world where yuhh can smell the food but yuhh cant touch the silverware. --laughs-- wat luck! facism yuhh can vote fer. --snorts-- isnt that sweet. && were all gunna die someday cuz thats the american way && ive drunk tuh much && said tuh little wen yur gaffer taped in teh middle saii a prayer save face get yurself together && see wats happening! shut up! phuk yuhh! phuk yuhh! im sorii i cud go on && on but its time tuh move on so mmber, yur a wreck an accident. forget teh freak yur just nature. keep the gun oiled && teh temple clean. shit, snort && blaspheme let teh heads kwl && teh engine run bcuz in teh end everything we do, is just everything weve done.