sometimes i really fucking hate being alive.
sometimes i wish i'd just keel over and die.
sometimes i think about earthquakes and floods.
sometimes i just want to crawl deep in the mud.
sometimes i consider....
why not eat that pin?
what harm can it do,
but tickle and spin...
then i think a little more, and see the true light...
that there's no point in taking on that uphill sort of fight.
who can swallow a grenade?
a circus preformer?
or a porn star,
or giant,
or jelliebean farmer?
who wants to do damage,
like razorblade soup,
and man, wouldn't THAT hurt, the next time you went...DUH!
why think all this cruel, and painful and crude...
not to mention, gorey, and sleightly so rude...
and pissy and ick...
such rediculous thoughts...
when there's a lot of silly shit that should really be talked?
