Homesick in my stomach. Plucked strings every step toward the summit. Running from a bump in the pitch black night that frightened me till my wits spilled and my pigment went ivory. An idol life was never an intention so I hung for a while in a questionable suspension. Innumerable detentions spent wrecking heady segments with my overseer a hawk with head bent. So cocksure on some sixth grade trophy shit, "honor" is the call so he tests with phony piss. To elicit a groaning hiss reveal a silver serving platter, severed dome atop a bed of brain matter. Ouija, would you rather scatter before commencement or reverse the reptilian curl in your spine? You've been stuck staring blankly at our feet so long you've forgotten we all possess greater minds.

Met ill will on a clandestine hunt in the archives, smelled ledgers calmly fettered like out of order barflies. "Hardline on intelligence" - the new epigraph for economic apartheid and any of the aftermath. Add adamantium and ante up insanity. Manatee manages antsy trances commanding. Most brandings on the market. A factory for broken glass. Fire hydrant caught stoking ash. Made a pass as a zeppelin under skies ruled by Septons while they loaded up ground-to-air condemnation weapons. How long can I do this when every shot is a sure miss? When the boorish, adoring, rich accoutrements want pure bliss? Too involved with the intricacies weaving together to form the source of my madness, I could never absolve the agencies cheating the entire fucking duration of the atlas.

Off on a calibrated wild goose chase, I need a thoughtful soul and a resting place. Infesting a black-tie donor event when what I spent was a casing and effort on rent. Dementing the "dream", such a beautiful purpose. The sky arch searches. The Titus emergence. No insurance alluring permanent vacations could supply me with nutrients through steady irrigation. Ready sequestration. Finger on the phasers. Giving evacuation time for all food tasters. Secretive chamber trumps demon remainder and there's an eel in the manger - crane game danger. Lovestruck painter evicted during innocence, I give out my sentiments like melting after dinner mints. Faster splintered sins like Duplo's to the architect, they're hidden in a Moody-esque fire retardant chest. Pardon the ardent or spar with matrix bigwigs. Evading becoming a thought in her pendant and if all goes to plan my will plays out stringent; barely an indent with a hum in the engine. Fend for my mishpocha though my thought? Hardly noble, it's an instinct echoing up from cave system mobile. Owe it all to the Tetris Effect. Metric elect. Detecting extra metal execs. Awakened by horripilation, a Haitian zombified slumber now shrugged off to the side. An unknown drug clung to the haze and lazily seeped across my weary sulci. Bulk balanced on fermenting needles, dissenting evil with sockets of fresh beetles. I'd be lying if I said the main course on my menu wasn't stocked with war porn eisels.

Remove the second story flooring. Brood with no mood has grown well past boring. Deluge of sell sword glory, the core of our chore has lost all mooring. Remove the second story flooring. Brood with no mood has grown well past boring. I'll die today if it's my last but at least now I know it's time to drop this mask.

Up close with the pincer, center pumping blood like a cocaine dispenser. Alert from overload sensor, I'm only alive cause my organs are indentured. Winter in a bunker, too drunk for the ladder, every flake on the hatch a reason ShaPro scattered. Battle for a map that doesn't necessitate costumes or have a snake head with 700 off shoots. I watch it burn, inhuman posthumous. Revolve around a rock now the aughts spawned druids. Fluidity in a haphazard zig-zag orbit is the spitfire I boarded for some bit coins and a ROOR rip. Let's hit the road on this Valinor trip and get as far away as possible from this Cerberus witch. I've gained a murderous twitch. Flit under the bridge in a personal twist. Wrote of versatile risk and frontal lobotomy odds and modded my audible flaws till money allotted me was naught. Dollar seeds the flock, collar keeps them at hand. They've got demands? Fuck 'em. We don't have the attention span. Interest has waned past visible existence. Venerable ticket takers are even staying at a distance. I'm trying to reclaim my image back from this megalomaniacal brainwashed figment.

Deranged delusions besiege crowd sourced rational, prudent conclusions. Ladled us a helping of sewage last. I'm not alive no more, time to drop this mask. Enraged by daily ruses force-fed to the three hue movement that cater to the highbrow fluent class. I'm not alive no more, I've gotta drop this mask.