Big dogs are
everywhere
AND
they cheat.
Maybe I should start cheating now.
I'd get to keep my arms and legs where I
like them:
attached to me.
Why do people put these thoughts into the heads of
small people?
2)
Make him rot.
I am just an irrelevant
pacifist. One life
makes no difference.
Hitler
made no difference.
Einstein
made no difference.
The man who discovered radium...
nothing.
The doctor who first used insulin...
nothing.
A mixture of genes
(at least one containing alcoholism),
a jumble of thoughts,
70%+ water.
Big deal.
I wear a Bad Religion shirt sometimes.
Boy, I bet that, makes me special,
makes me something.
Makes me rot.
3)
It's too bad that
all
the good words
are fantasy and
meaningless. Pretty
and imaginary.
'Peace of mind' just rolls off
the tongue.
'Peace' by itself
is a lyrical wonder.
But impossible
all the same.
Simply so, impossible.
I feel like washing my mouth
out.
titsassfucksexdeathkillshitdiseasehatespiteterrordieevilworthlesscrapreligiongovernmentmoneydollarscash
There, thats better.
4)
I was beautiful.
Now I am broken.
I was strong.
Now I am broken.
I was wise.
Now I am broken.
I had youth.
Now I am broken.
A heap on the floor
who's floor?
It doesn't matter.
Cartiledge,
lungs,
and black stuff
Black...
real artists don't
use black,
you know.
Cholestorol and lies
can only
kill you
if you are
actually alive to
begin with.
5)
If I was a
$50 bill someone would
really
care about me.
They'd hold me close
and be very careful
when they let me
out of their sight.
They'd touch me all
over and look at me all
over.
Even if I was
dirty,
even if I was
torn
even if I was
lying helpless on the
ground, walked on and
left for dead...
Then someone
would love me.
Don't tell me it's not true.
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