Too full of tubes
My head brings the feel to the tubes that lay waste and signify me
Supply me
Con bile and brushes and toungs and teeth
Beef fucking face and airways and veins
God im a miricle that expires sun and wet and i cant fall down cuz i will wear and i gotta stay pristine ya know because i want to be here horeber.
For fever
High like my lashes, gone like the asses
Bright like my liver and shallow as my lungs
The smoke of my river has brought me to the grave that i will call my colon.
I gotta bring it back to my brain and it
It
It
Fucking it is what my system is about because i look at my system as a boy that cant figure out the most efficient way to put his legos in order.
Im falling to ya. Im getting it out like shit
Im spraying like my spit
And gobbling all your shit
Im god because someone said that my brain should believe in something that someones elses brain got in their haead one night
Someone got this feeling that my body and mind should collapse and fall into their pit of a religion
What?
Why?
Why shouldnt i make my own religion like a falling crigle damn wackle and i felt her smooth stomach tomorrow night
Like a fighter
Fog of off winter
Lite her brain on fire because somehow i can try to describe how my system is working together and getting harder when the presence of her face gets me inflated.
Im trying to come up with a style of my own but its too easy to be compared to
James dinyarn
Joyce.