Lines to the Middle of Nowhere.

Golden stupor splendidly retarded retroactive activities lightheaded bliss cheeks flushed, fingers, toes loss of feeling fine motor skills lost in this bubbly concoction hiccups, giggles too much, too little dancing, swaying. move. the music. the music.

Pulsing, breathing, screaming through music is too loud these feelings are too strong compulsive, desperate time to move on time to gohome too much exposure, shaming, i do not want to remember just take another drink I'll be gone soon.

Sometimes, there's this feeling That there's nothingout there nothing to become just zombies Masses herding towards fresh brains.

3-2-1 standby for tug behind my navel, I've got this sickness stomachs clenching , bile roaring projectile , unkempt reeking of death crawl towards the door, escape breathe the fresh air, suffocation claustrophobia , kleptomania manic depressive Impress upon me the will to live the love to continue . Screaming for silence buy the rights to life, to happiness, to freedom take the world by storm, the interplanetary destruction slow down and look both ways before impact, always wear a seat belt smooth away the filth conceal the bodies with lies of hope a fresh blanket of snow falls across my eyes, blinding this music is too loud

Fuck this life is an abyss full of pleasure sky rocketing through endless amounts of spaghetti

Save me from this Pitiful existence of man Sorrowful faces shining pores dripping with sweat Sun setters roaming paths long lost on roads decrepit wandering, weeping, longing towards the fire

Vomiting, passion spreads across the floor consuming and controlling linoleum in its path.

Retard, reckless abandon Fuck this mental handicap folding my brain into squares and triangles beating my skull repeat, repeat, repeat origami of the central nervous system kill yourself, you'll get customer service forget what you know forget to remember my name inconsequential to this.

Flying through vacuum spaces. Empty, barren, disgusting still born galaxies none to live none to die doomed to a lonely existence entire wastelands at their disposal drunken on desire lusting for exposure the touch of virile hands the taste of salty life wasted on the tongues of whores death of a thousand hungry souls. planets mourn

Searching for sattelites confirmed working non-conformist thinking overruled, override resent authorizations resort to violence get this fixed, now pretend to eclipse all the other planets in orbit

These lines, to the middle of nowhere Stir my soul into being, retrace my steps through existence to the end of our time. Forget who I was Who I am or where I'll be Forget that I ever came here My life is unimportant My heart is free Forget all about me. This heartache an Earthquake. Sending ripples like messages To the depths of the earth It's time now