Παρασκευή 13 Απριλίου 2012

CHAPTER 2:The bird is the word


They wanna spray our lifes.with smoking and non smoking devices,beverages with and without alcohol.pills that make you sick,mad,angry or shitty as a human being.drugs legal and illegal.
With chidren of divorce or children from a liberal merrily fucked ever after family.they don’t care and they never did.neither did any creation called god,spirit or prolific stuff like this.
We fucked up.real bad,long time ago.not my fault though ,man.
Maybe this is the problem of our society.
What i do and how i select to spend the rest of my life.
And them,im being sprayed all over again.
And then,i gotta be all over the smoking,the alcohol,the pills,the sickness,the madness,the anger and the shit of just being me.
Times keep ticking like a swiss fucking watch but im still here.
Im here to choose not to be sprayed.
Im here to define myself like never before.
Im the fuckin walrus and the fuckin antichrist and a fuckin rockstar.
Im corduroy and that’s how i roll.
Im the reason you sleep at night, scared little shit.
So,smile shit and back up your seatbelt,cause humanity as you comprehend it, is going bye bye.

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