brains brains brains,
if i only had a brain.

attidude additudes, aditudles,

back in the bingo again.

furr fuk's sake.

when does my mind
-some where it turnes it all from "plat" = bullshit
sallow,
shallow,
where are the goods,
rediculous bullshit.

what is better
the hell of the predetermined self hell
or the undetermined unknown unstable timelessness,
both are unease,

trumbles of restless ness,

i am a sea enenemie,
bursted open
searching for the things to eat
the ones that are tasty,

im bored with plankton,

everyones a chew.

lets just be "circus" freaks
and blast it.

fur fuk sake.
lucky dogs.