AH ah HA havaervou7s hazerdous blussh colapseing on its concave self spiraling uncontrolablly toward earth . . . each word slurreded unstofable no lies but not even questionably of within the possibility to maintain a stable state of placment, spelling . . . stands adjacent so seperate barely draping or showing its face when . . . earace my encasement and you get that god damned natural satlite thats so pest in your ear right now . . . but im only whispering out of curiosity when night's curtains fall down completely and the moon is so neatly sneaking across the sky while your sleeping dreaming . . . of me . . . yes i can be that loveing . . . of you of myself of that mirror . . . because i dont really know myself but i know you so well . . . and you assure me you owe me just as well . . . we've met eachother before and i miss you . . . wells well up on sight inspite of whats made light . . . throw throw throw your boat so we float at a distance so close we spoke . . . for the first time . . . this time . . . again and again . . . i dont blame you my friend . . . i blame myself for it all . . . for the fall . . . for the stall for the crawl out . . . plug mouth spout the droute . . .
as this place is just a mere reflection i was born first . . . oposite shmopo site seeing is for the weak! SEAING . . . is unbarably a burdin that must be bord ALL ABOARD ! welcome to the ride! and HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
WE"RE ALL DOOMED! but in the most laughable way possible . . . i mean come on the gift of awareness of your story as you spiral down deaper into what ever type of rabbit hole portal plumbing installment you manufacture . . . just a simply culture . . . i mean shit i coulda asked you how your sculpting was going the fact that what ever hat you be wearing gets you to be intune with that tune you hold so near a dear . . . HUM ALONG! . . . shit ive got NO CHOICE! and i dont think you do either . . . its all we can do tho ya know . . . laugh . . .
and contribute to the chaos . . . born and bread to cause mischeif . . i just dont lighte fires any more . . . well as freaquently i spos . . . but you know more of the social jest . . . i mean how many masks do you wear in public . . well the answer is . . . a new one for every person your talking to . . and then each time a new flesh suit is added to the equation your mask grows an equal division of reflection specifically paying attribution to the new addition of personality to the dynamic . . . while your dying . . how do you want to spend your time . . . lying? . . . you lie to yourself before you lie to other people . . . so why add to a peusdo face to the mixture . . . check ya fixture ~!
either way a dash of that venmous salt to the equation can produce confusion . . . and believe me this approxomate 70% of human influenced h2o is hella salty already . . . so i spend my time enjoying the tantalizing salivating salvation of the social creation . . . and id rather just have fun !
closer to the ignorance on a daily basis . . . i dont wanna work but i listen to my parents . . . so i put in hours upon hours because i cant stop my perpetuation . . . but ill complain every single step along the way . . . im just a fuckin kid and i wanna hide from the world . . . no roll please i dont want your butter . . . no brick please . . . i dont want that grout . . . single thimble full of water adding to the bucket but soon to meat its drout . . . but i guess thats what its all about . . . the infant-test-me-mal-nourished idea generator . . .
so i heard they saved a place for me in the wall . . . i agreed . . . accidentally . . . and thats fine with me . . . i accepted it a while ago . . . but im gonna paint my fucking room in any fashion i choose . . . in fact while the paint is still wet . . . ima slap all my favorite drawings ive ever done in crown that only my mom would love against the sticky pigment mess so they stick . . . quickest collage ive ever down . . . it only took 24hours . . .
cuz christ i only live for a day . . . but i can make the night last as long as i want . . . the most depresing thing about your birthday is that to be born new and oh so ignorant again . . . you have to learn it all again . . . trials, tribulations, slings, awrrows, cacoons before butterflies . . . as much as i love my job im saddened that i am merely just a reflection of the sun light he shines apon my breast . . . and that i cant take the eat out of death . . .
umm wont let me get one either ... even tho im older ... whatever ...
