trample on my soul

do you know what it's like to struggle? cold eyes, dark, like a brain catch. i wake up and my hands are off. Damn interest drugs. ya know, sometimes i don't even notice when i don't even notice when i'm on fire. NUMB. My body has grown to a point where i can sever major arteries, flesh, and bone through the thought process. Beware of our apetite. my digestive system is dependent on Smarties and Sprite. "Hey, don't tell him that...that young man there works for the company that is solely responsible for keeping me alive." you understand, don't you? given the opportunity, i'd do the same. end the suffering and the lamb turns into a lion, and i turn into a rattlesnake. the circle of cycles resemble me...different levels of the Devil's company. My brain is very tender and soupy, like noodles left in juice over night. LONELY. We're hungry, beware of our apetite, Distant drums bring the news of a kill tonight. my mommy will come and make them go away. i hate everything i see. i want to cut you up and grind yr bones into dust. i want to be with you forever.

I LOVE YOU OVER ALL
YOU TRAMPLE ON MY SOUL
what do you really want? do you want a future? i'll eat yr past whole. the frog grinds yr dreams and swallows them whole with his big blue eye. "Jesus stopped by earlier when you were in the shower. i asked him to wait but he said he had to run. Sloppy guy, that Jesus." Take out my eyes. i want...ummm....no. HOT SUN...i want my mum. burning in my fleshy stomache, living on blood and shit. "When the fuck will i get something out of this?" i'll make you want to end yr life, i'll use my energy to work you like a blade. Death to pigs. no one thought too much abt playing with five, until he burnt them with processes unheard of in our country. in certain types of frogs. There is a "happiness" inducing hormone. i'll harness it for the modern world. i'll store it in urinals. Plastic bags complete the set.

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