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
