The sickest roar lasts forever. GET A BANK ACCOUNT. Get me
out of bed in the morning. Help me sleep at night. Earlier today I was so down.
Trying to get ahead, feeling held back. Observing what I’ve put into
everything. Expectations. What energy boomerangs my way? Nothing
changes. Except me. Never me. Wild boi. I get lost. The
sickest roar lasts forever. Slaps me in the face for whining. Puts me in my
place. Keeps me in my place. What is my place? Space, motherfucker. That is my
place. GET A BANK ACCOUNT. When I peek out over the earth, I get lonely. Wild
boi. I get lost. The god of the west world shits in my mouth and cracks my
skull on the mirror. Shattered. I lose. My arms stretched out for embrace and I
feel man christ shit smeared all over my face. The sickest roar lasts forever.
Send this text to edit, tear it apart. This isn’t for you. I won’t be asking.
Do whatever you want. GET A BANK ACCOUNT. The hike up the hill is my toil and
spewing of word is mine to assemble and leave for a few to digest.
Wild boi. I get lost. The thirst
for complete wave coverage makes me bleed and I yearn for that wound to seep
all over my life. When the peroxide and bandages come out of the cabinet, I am
worthless and lying to myself. “Clean up and put on a suit. Clock in. Make them
happy.” “Log in and “like” me. Press your face against the screen and climb
in.” Wild boi. I get lost.
GET A BANK ACCOUNT. The sickest roar lasts forever.
The sharpest executive chomps the knob and skirts the soul. Useless. Break down
the tiers and rape the top dog. Give the top dog bottom babies that eats top
dog in HIS sleep. Earlier today I was so down. Trying to love my life,
full of worry and sadness. Kleenex please, I have it so down and I am out of
the Friendly Game. Meanwhile I am full of comfort and gluttony. Wild boi. I get
lost. I am worthless and lying to myself. Space, motherfucker. Space isn’t
lonely. I am space. The sickest roar lasts forever. If not for the love of the
universe then why live at all. GET A BANK ACCOUNT. Wild boi. I get lost. A
small kitten, homeless, wandering the neighborhood in search of meal,
exhausted. GET A BANK ACCOUNT. A child torn between a doormat of a mother
and an abusive father honestly reminds us all to GET A BANK ACCOUNT. The
sickest roar lasts forever. “Clean up and love your country. Suck it. Make them
even more numb.” “Dive in and “die”, just like the rest of USA.
