lonesome and away from what i know. i'm done. i'm threw and i'm over it. just beleive me for a minute and i'll believe it aswell. my hands swell from punching these walls and from all the times i fell and fall onto your situations stopping your feet from throteling my balls. you'd do that wouldn't you?! you'd allow this to occour. you'd allow these crotch kicks to strip me of my fur and make me shiver in the cold dawn of these arctic ice age times with my northern forest rymes and my inability to climb rocks and moutainous regions of the planet. i'm a fucking viking damn it. i'm sisyphus and i climb hills every day only problem is it's the same hill and i'm unable to stray from this cold and grey this boulder is home now it protects me from the other things coming down and after me. and that you see is the truest statement i could make with respect to my life and it's repetition and my desire to change position on the hill onwhich i stand and climb and damn and ryme. i want to stay at the top and never chase my stone home to the bottom of the incline but, it's in my cards and that rock is too hard to be broken by my pissin' and moanin' or my pushin' and rollin'. it's this that i'm sold on, that i can't make it change, i can't reanrrange, i'm selfish and strange, i'm restless and pained and more over i'm the one you can't contain becuase here comes the opposite of what i just said i'm the dark side now with a white face in the right place i could even make you're girl taste my crime scene evidence and she'll be deader since i hadda jump a fence in order to compliment her compitence and how she dressed when i met her in high school and she said "like you're so cool" and i siad "do you like tools?" and she said "my parents won't like you but, do you want come to dinner and run through my back yard nude??" so i said "i'll do you and you'd better undo your bra and your underroos and your pigtails and combat boots" and then she never put them back on again turned them in for a stuck up nose and a stuck out rear end but, i cease to be friends with ladies that liked me for trends and phases and jumped from high school to middle agedness. this is a fucking mess and can you believe i did it without the use of my new ryming dictionary now that's fucking scary cause the words a so varied and the poem is contrary to what your used to and what the dudes do when they're spittin the doo doo at a free style for you and trying to impress upon you the values of wu-crew and the gin and juice brew. fuck i hope this will post.

like ya taste in guns and knives wish i could have a gun fuckin stupid laws over here