I'm stupid. Hi...
 

Yeah I'm stupid high. Retard.
I see illusions fly by in vibrant spiraling weed hearts
Just swooped a 2012 Malibu 2LT, sweet car
But dabs got my mind tingling like mint listerine
Fuck prom. Ain't been in no biiiiiig limousine &
Selling hoes ain't cool. So fuck being a pimp, shitting g's
I'm grateful for you. You pushed me for a soul climb
Every interaction, teaching me "THE WAY" the whole time
With blades? A savage. Makes The Raid look faggot
Tracy almost took your eye out, just a slave to havoc
Don't even know what to say, just major tragic
Eulogy is what your favorite track was. Goddddd, I mean..
This pain is mammoth. Remember the cricks to your attic
Vividly. The stairs would damn-bust
Not killing myself's a day to day
Just take me back to What The Fest & melt my face away
Now it's like I'm a stupid, damaged bitch
Didn't realize. I got so used to having it
Like that shit you think would NEVER happen, it's too scary
Remember when you fed me whippits til my lips were blueberries?
& bong hits galore. When Tool comes on, every song hits a sore
Lately I just get these long drifts of core
& I question a lot of what actually is. I found where love's battery sits
Mark it off the list, already fucked vanity's tits
The moon is a power button I vacuum humanity with
Like my girl? Her butt is fat. Tongueing it? I'm in love with that
And last night I jack hammer power fucked her cunt to scraps
It was (ugggghhhh) then splash. Pretty much,
That was ill huh? Kill sluts after the build up to the titty fuck
Like look at me you sleezy whore! God, you're ugly!!!
I want to be in your back seat like Theodore Robert Bundy
Evening reports: uh, just bodies. Slinky corpse, accordion.
Skin deposits of Portlandian bicyclists. I portion dwarfs that worship
The knife twist. Rorschach would like it. See, I tore back your eyelids
& Hocked a fat one on your grave.
Honor's fastened to your monstrous name
Now I always watch for phantoms that wander late
Do you though. Sober ain't safe. It just falls
Haha. Sorry. I'm all over the place like pin ball
Speaking of that, I want to play that on acid and Molly
Find Will Ferell and beat his ass while I practice my Arnis
It's like I need to raise the dead. It's crazy..
I want the fucking worst. Like taking a ginsu to pregnant ladies
WTF was he doing so bad that needed heaven's saving?
Never been this down. I need some better medicine
Sick of this & on the daily, it's festering.
Talking 'bout some babies & wedding rings
Just fucking chill out, acting like I ain't saving you everything

god damn. frustrating..

This was pretty smooth I like these pieces you do
there's a certain finesse to.your style that makes it worth the.read
I feel like the first half of the piece was slick as hell
then you get deeper into it after 'Vanitys tits' which was cool
the ending blends how feel at the moment & the edit works out to
this makes me really want to light one up though maybe I shall
then write something myself

nice work by the way...keep it up man
the Portlandian bikers line>>>>
always a hassle when in the area

That was dope. Always love the wise wiggles point of view concernibg drugs and whores. We need to collab!!!!!!. Do some whore bashing

Your writing is like literally being inside your mind. It takes you on an interesting ride of imagery and what seems to be random ideas but also all tie together simultaneously. If that makes sense

Always enjoy it, thx