sitting with my legs stretched,
listening to fabulous music,
i am horrendously bemused
lame experiments i conduct of myself,
life plunging through humorless waste buckets,
spells and spelling errors
crazed and oozed and strapped on to idiot box,
glued to craziness,
stark contrast to diplomacy of striving characters,
complusively losing, adversly loathing,
sadly and sadistically blemishing,
distraught, anger and hate consuming,
murderously damning a soul
so bright, so elite, so good, so worshiped,
faked, faked in to friendships,
faked in to goodness of relationships,
only knowing the false intentions,
mystifications, dissatisfactions and worst part of it all,
dire consequences of such murders done to my soul.
I am too f****d to think,
sorry shit isnt working
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Submission Name: Too f***'*d to think
