mr.,

i suspect there’s business a brewin’ in the bak woodz. geez. it seems like this quarter will never end. hour after hour…i have had so much time to study for finals that i have had plenty of time to do other things like eat and sleep in a sort of spacey, nervous anticipation of things to come. space age. the new millionium. all that millioniums — all that messy, messy meals. hot meals. mcMeals. uncle messy with a hot rockin’ holiday deal. hot fist, fisty sister…twisted fister. aarrrgggh.

picking me blisters,
hot dog

One of the best things about living among the sand people..

this world
that rapes us
hates and kills us
we fight
and fight
and fight
but to no avail because the world
has us trapped.
never a thing of peace
only striving after vanity
and lofty wishful thinking.
everything about everything
will fuck with you
while demanding full compliance
with its every desire
saying, "be this way do that for me
only me think of me love me."
full conformity
yet not enough for this world.

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