Enormous pleasure I provide myself from actions taking place
inside the right side of my mind. Emotions, memories and
thoughts I go on spitting like a hurricane, incredibly huge
tides. Defined by me those notes and letters shed and spread
like mushrooms after rain from side to side... I can't
believe this well will ever dry today I try to drink but
water's not to find.


Illusions spank me with conclusions whip me with, oh agony I
cant even describe,
and in the end there is no light there's just a clouded
little fucking little narrow fucking tunnel down to stride.
I wont abide, I dance with violence, can't hide, there is an
urge there's to protect there is another side to disrespect,
there must be something can be done or can't be made or
won't be held I cannot tolerate this pressure this immense
sense of disclosure, little peephole violently open wide.

Where there's no sound there's textual emotion, thoughts are
shot dead by the fingers digital, brain terminal prohibiting
no laws allowing nothing to be stopped from being orally
digested any kind.