Salivate the coming of tomorrow while you waste today with little care, look at your world as it is not as you want it to be, facilitate change not because of what you desire but because of what should be, sanctimonious arseholes in a circle jerk-off fighting for the right to paint your face first, wicked sins with wings of muscle and flesh, succulent morsels sucked from the blood filled bone, thrust in your mouth deep, twisted little thing, twisted wayward doll, unfold wishes for what should be tomorrow, while you’re on your knees today.
The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
