back to the ole haunting place displace of race fermented taste. rage verbage of the sage in an age of mental verbaity in perpetuaity.
Die damn u die. u lie in the shadows haunting me, stalking me i cannot break free i cannot break free, lame loser poser of a phoney sore pain in the ass.
anger. she smiles at me, her crazed eyes full of knowing. i am trapped in the depth of alienation from everybody else. distanced from help. S.O.S
S. O.ASSHOLE life wizz past again i cannot catch it cannot understand it cannot taste it it flows away ica nnot sense it it is senseless. no scent.s
doom awaits. death abode like lifeboat on a sinking ship strapped. useless u less loser lost pause farce cruel joke of a comedies.
boo hoo
