I don't fess up to this bullshit..Because the bullshit is landslide over and
over again.. So it keeps me from a neat diet of books and hardcore fucking..
Minus a word or two.. Anyways, the fucking line reaches from the place of
death to here.. I can connect with seance models.. I can see the telemetry
of their angels that are tangy and sht..so I want a knife, a fork, and some
A1 sauce.. I demand it.. There is no door to multiverses until I rip open a
fresh asshole seance who is made of space.. And then I enter through his
separated corpse while his heart is intact.. I refuse now to fess up to
bullshit since the oxygen masks will be wasted on a long string of words
that spell 'fuck you'..unless I get to the point.. How is it that having an
asshole on your chest is conducive to civil obedience? I type this out..
You are utterly pissed.. and I get to skull fuck you on occasion. But the
mind's eye gets in the way..it's a surrealist's way of talking. Surrealism
does not rely on picture perfect models.. You can see the lake has scum on
it.. It's no ultimate reality of some sort.. You can suck your own dick with
a straw with sensibilities..everything is permitted. How could they have
said surrealism belongs to the communist party..? that's just boneheaded..
idyllic imagination relies on taking one large piece of shit, when you can
get a shit sample..the shit becomes plus-ed when you take the shit of whole
numbers..anyways, I'm gonna see Zwan in live performance. I am sure this is
Ecco Home for him.. You sound off with that plastic shit, and the myth is
defeated with a large ackward fart sound.. Ecco Home means Corgan unguarded
by the boxed mic bullshit.. Am I being a self-defeatist and getting into his
stuff which might spell faggotry? Then I'm closed for the night. I stay
here in the shitty outskirts because I got a knife and carved my neighbor's
door with no intention whatsoever to get to him.. But why should I care?
Anyways, you might think I am making a poor image of my cock. In any case,
it's whats up there that counts..
by Seung Kim