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What you'd think is an ache, a running-ache in the back of your head. You'd wander. Try hard to think what's causing it because it's spreading. By now it's trailing down your spine branching into every bits of what you think is your back and down to the rest of you. What you hear is nothing. Nothing but the tiny voice in your head. Be water. When i was little, the stage where the bairn has too many quesitons for many of everything, and I needed answers. It occured to me when I was head down and legs up, adjusting my body so i could ask. For keeps, likes, my Umi would be present and i would speak in uncertainty. eh Mum Di yi hear my voice ups

Nice Binoculars, Blacky apparently showed his major career move on seeking and keeping. — Lets zoom into these cunters. — Aye, fuckin abscond amatures, dog-shite like. This needs a call of urgent exploitation. So as us eagerly on the move, we clocked the Monkey and the lot of baboons scattered around like the knights at the round table, filling the air with thick Cuban smoke, breathing hard, and with a fart smell of steam collecting on the glass windows. We're viciously fucked, not that the vents've blared off behind so it started to suck the atmosphere in. So my dark chum ducked back suddenly choked and turned pale. — Hear that? there

Life has suddenly turn it's back on me It's getting worried and diminishing below me Last I checked it was freezing It's still freezing in Antartica No wonder there's a fire in the Jungle So I just thought of leaving I could see down Motors running Pencils sharpenning Fucking Drooling Falling Breaking More Fuckin' till its nothing So thought I check back in Blue stoned eyes and gray skies Sleeping tight Not letting the bugs bite Worried thoughts told me I won't ride again So I packed steady Never to look back again Time tells me nighty night My Nut goes " Fuck it, let's ride" Heart's punctured waiting on a plate Now I

cram it you dumb matter you whine and wail suck it up for all it doesn't matter you'll die, we'll all if there does exist God then you're forgotten, we're all fuck it, let's apart become the crummy Robin Hoods of those dared harlots and hit rock bottom because all that crying feat you're in, this feeble solitude rocking in the cradle with smell of woes they adore you, you dull hasty bairn chop. blow. smack. pow ey God doesn't give a snake's ass and Love.

The night sky brigthens my eyes With tides of dreams and hopes I float The sky turns to her, Celest She brings herself down I float Eyes wide smiling like a vixen Knee deep so there's no backdoor And I float We'll all be sinking, I know Face's drained and I wear a smile Goodbye and I float away

I've been rethinking about my beliefs and became conclusively stunned by the novelty of it. Yess! There is no God We people have been lied to But wait I have a solution; no, a resolution since millenias past, from monkeys came out the great minds those which came up with the Idea of God. Yeah, these wigs had chronic seizures and they saw the light, the devinity, the presence of GOD. wow! miraculous, GOD superior to us as we're inferior to IT, HIM, HER... the IDEA But if there is no GOD that would mean you and me; YEESS! MONKEYS! So to prove that my IDEA of GOD is better than your IDEA of BUDDAH, COW, hmm FIRE! Leprechaun, Payote, th