Bouncing ballsacks on your chin.
Face paint like a clown.
Pitch forks to split dorks.
Take a paper mache machete,with your macho mustache..
Eyes roll back into the head..
Try to relay the relatable, recognize raw relegations ..
I want to scream but I have no mouth.
Want to sleep but I have no bed.
And I think about hiking through the woods, through fields of hay and cotton and soy..
445 comes alive..
Wednesday.
The wedding of Ness . Scream at yourself and wiggle like a mosquito larvae in a puddle, as bleach is poured in..
Bleach, would be a terrible way to die.
Submerged in it..
