Rantings

Arrgh ooohh Yea ooohh... haaa oh yea pop, pop, pop... Grrrra, trembling again baa... more like (don't) convulsing haarah like pistons pumping my legs so hard my heads going to fall off. Wanna, gotta, want to, got to, SCREAM!! Pain must be infatuated with me, you can tell by all the time it spends with me. 1, me, one, I, 131, must learn to keep emotions in their rotting, moldy holes where they can't be opening no doors 'cause no one has invented a disinfectant for the brain, oooh yea. When their down there at least they only bounce around, compact dirt, and roots of evil can't be hurt. Crazy is as crazy does, and only the livestock are happy. You know I love that sickening, spinning feeling in my head, you know the won, yea, when you want to rip out your own throat, I love how it dances on tiptoes in shoes made of cement and steel (so as not to disturb you), but bite your tongue and close your mouth for no one else needs to hear, just let it rip through your body like a flamethrower over kerosene and flares. Burn, Grrooohh yea. I thought I had turned my heart to stone, but I must have only coated it in brittle plaster, Sucks for me!