Juice With Pulp

are you a robot? does your mouth flap open and closed, but you are somewhere completely different guts i feel a stir when Im present vodka flavored kindred harsh like my wake up injured ego still mint i profess prone particularly to the idea of kinship yet i must break away from the school, regrets are for simple fools I didnt want to think this way i found the least resistance peace this instant, increased from a raw existance this is not a diet food for thought something to chew on cue my crotch the dirty deed of driving to find like minds poppin wheelies scaring all the adults sensing the lost accepting the great know where drinkin juice with pulp