What the Hell, Everybody?

I come up upon you.

Old Jesus

I hate your life, butchoo can't go wrong.

That's everything, Grave Babies, I hear it, Crusher, you crush me, stop loving, start crushing.

Not new, Not never.

I love ever. I am a babie. I love to sick on my hands and love the ever bloated tongue depressor deep in the intestines of love and sacrilegious love.

Uncouth, believer of meanings of words in time at space of course, love hore, bore, lonely, tirade, pirouette.

I can't do this. Belonging. I feel horny and sacky. Beastly. More money, for fun, hum a diddy, I say something to myself, something I can't hear, something inside me, someone hiding, I am money, I love nature, I want to be alone, I want to have too many friends, I want to shy away, all the time, too much time, I am alone, I love greg, I love groping my dreams, I am in disbelief, What did I think?

In my dreams, I am a sovereign. I am disgusting. The little people make plays and horrible idiots have fun at all expenses. No one is left. There is a great big hole. We all worship it. We love to expel everything inside and outside of us. We love to ruin everything. Happy.

Military change, change your mind challenge, I request a boat. I expect a load of horses, I explain that I am just a little benefactor, I am trying but I cannot promise that the sun will never set, little oranges, bed head, leftover popsicle, I am afraid. I'll be okay, I am a fluid. My life insists.