..lead me by the throat, that shit will fuck you up the worst. prosthetic rash, on your lameass face.. kind of makes me smile, just a little. sometimes i see red when i know it's green, then i scoop out the eyes of the nearest squirrel and make my own damn cue cards. it's all good. it's all ok. it's all in my head. it's under the waves. call me sometime, we'll have coffee.. maybe a donut, and laugh about old times that never really happened. you don't exist. so.. how could they have?
