What the hell is this garbage shit?
Astrologers make me slit my own guts.
Their the dreamscapers that whip my flesh.
Mentally with a cat of 9 tails.
12 mild buffalo wings slide down my.
Esophagus, easy like.
11.33$ to scream to the heavens.
Then, jagged pill man offers my future.
In the paper.
Drink this black mass, brother!
Disgusting morbid water.
Ready for shots & the fights, brother?
— Sean C. Stucki
This article appears in Dec 15-21, 2016.
“Their the dreamscapers that whip my flesh.” ?????
dumb as a stump . . . if you’re going to “write” in english . . . use the “right” words: “They’re” – the . . . whatever in “their” world, . . . and you’ll never get “there.” g.
Miraclewip?
Cat of 9 tails…. hmmmm