tell this motherfucker to ship my fucking shit

my thryllz are cheap yet my bills

are steep

climbing these hills trying 2 earn my keep

but what do I keep

through my hands does it seep

nothing

from this harvest

am I to

reap

on moderation and excess

HELLO

IS THERE ANYONE IN THERE

IS THERE ANYONE AT HOME

2 weeks of this shit

where have my pupils gone

WHERE IS MY BABY

lil babby

o2

owenamus has come into my lyfe 1nce more, valiantly entering my hemisphere on the back of filthy swine

for which we're 2 dine

backlyne

o happy day

styles of proof

styles of my youth

styles of my truth(?)

2th

get my 2th

catch my drift

sure

station 17 /// city 17

stupid cunt of a student

lethargic oaf of a peer

peers

of peers

oaf of a

of a oaf

ofa oaf

oaf oaf

oaf ofa

oaf of a

$$$smoke$$$ stack

why don't you

cop car covered with snow

like a watchdog wearing a hat

like a watchdog

watch it

dwell quell sell

hell's bells

sex cells

sex cells (as in reproductive)

sex cells (as in prison-like cells designated for sex)

beneath the streets cycles in the alley

1

2

3

4

5

6

6

6

6

9

9

9

feelin' fine

owaaaaaaaaan

rand
rind
grind
time
clock
glock
gun
fun
sun
erf
dirt

cide

incesticide

insecticide

seed
flower
egg
v
er
n

a

culate conception

the time is incorrect/an illusion

goddamn

a hill 2 slide down get the hell below

garus and owenamus frequent my locations frequently, bong weasel remains at large

in the world

da erf

2 drive to fubbalo and

and

and

and

cereal

g
h
e
t
to

garus

(10:50:39 PM) markr00ney: I sounded out the theme to roseanne on guitar
(10:50:47 PM) Oversoul613: not even news
(10:50:56 PM) Oversoul613: more like lame stuff that should never be shared
(10:51:17 PM) markr00ney: ideas of news are SUBJECTIVE
(10:51:20 PM) markr00ney: GARY
(10:51:35 PM) Oversoul613: of course
(10:51:45 PM) Oversoul613: but subjectivity is objective
(10:51:58 PM) markr00ney: objective
(10:51:59 PM) markr00ney: objection
(10:52:01 PM) markr00ney: protection
(10:52:05 PM) markr00ney: rejection
(10:52:07 PM) markr00ney: subjection
(10:52:11 PM) markr00ney: detection
(10:52:14 PM) markr00ney: detective
(10:52:17 PM) markr00ney: SHERLOCK
(10:52:20 PM) markr00ney: watson
(10:52:23 PM) markr00ney: winston
(10:52:25 PM) markr00ney: wesson
(10:52:30 PM) markr00ney: 9
(10:52:31 PM) markr00ney: mili
(10:52:32 PM) markr00ney: meter
(10:52:37 PM) Oversoul613: delightful

atrophy

atrophy

a trophy

2day I went on a bike ride this was difficult as I do not have snow tires or a bike

on mi way to school I was stopped by a policeman, he asked me where I was going and I said to school and he asked me where I was going and I said to school, some things that I live without

I arrived at the school ready to learn red faced always, another one to say the same. in the hallways I saw a woman, this woman

this woman

this shattered face that I saw

to the rest it was a pleasant facade, caked in makeup and dental moldings

I saw the raw innocent features pointed in angles ambiguous even to myself

even 2 myself

owenamus has yet to make an appearance, I have yet to re-see the bong weasel

curs-ed planet

que

my brother brings home mac donald's, 10 piece nuGGet meal

fried outer layers with soft dead animals inside

these beautiful creatures dying for me, I could not possibly be happier

I am the dominant

I am the dominance

franch fraies

french fairies

malk shike

signing off 4 now, ttyL

treachery

I was walking down empire blvd 2day when 2 hoodlums started 2 mess with me

I think one of them was named bong weasel or something

the other one I can only refer to as

owenamus

his long flowing sideburns

his perfectly burnt mocassins

his breath hinting of swirls upon swirls of 'tangy mayonaise and sweaty lunch meat'

sure

they tackled me to the cold cold pavement, beating me repeatedly, the scent of ravenous lust/hunger wafting through the air and into my ears and mouth

bong weasel started talking nonsense wordz, talking over and over and over again about absolutely irrelevant subjects

back frum the grave

homoerotic conotations seep from the weasels every pour

every

p
o
u
r

they stole away in a large beige van

I hope 2 c owenamus once more

once again

my friend

the end

owenamus

wake up

waking lyfe

I get to the cesspool that they force me to call school

day is o.k.

lunch comes round

I take the brown paper bag of dispair and lies out of my bookbag of pure hate

my stupid cunt of a mother forgot to take the crust off of my peanut butter and jelly sandwich

or did she forget.

is my mother trying to fucking kill me

or is this sandwich symbolic

representing the crusty hold that society is trying to take of my sweet jelly and creamy peanut butter center

r3press1on

d3grss1on
ubseson
leson
lrn
no

slyde

what is lyfe

what is knyfe

what is stryfe

left is ryght

endless

nyght

become

fryght

alryght for 2nyght