lucid diary 2 of yr 2000: a flowing of the mind filled with angst with nothing with too much with them with amour-propre

lucid diary 2 of yr 2000: a flowing of the mind filled with angst with nothing with too much with them with amour-propre

How can you really know until you let go

being prepared

For arms that don’t catch

you

But pretend they will

This is the

Human

Assuming presuming highly and mightily disgustingly

Shit infested

with judgement

humans

Their soppy garbage ridden mouths spew

Out the

Inexplicable

The

Intolerable

The

Filth

The

Scurrilous

The

Pretentious

The

Inglorious

The

Phlegm

You know the type the

Nothings

The dragged up

The hungry

The never ending loud talking vapid loudest laugh with the manners of a hog

The language of a dog the thoughts of a flea attitude of a queen

How they would kill you but something in society forbids them

They are anxious ridden and dripping of cash

will do anything for attention

then eat you

Swallow the

Shadow of the vacuous