he told me i was in need of an a.a. meeting and a job application. i hired a greasy thug to prove i just lacked assertion. you can rent a limousine to take you to the riot of a nation. everybody claims to be part of the generation responsible for making everybody else hurting. pull the blanket over your head and start learning the fundementals of faking. you are lucky to make through third grade excused for feeling just what it is you are blurting. after that it becomes a formality or another lesson in breaking. take inventory of your burning house, what to grab what to grab and what it is you’ll be taking. dont trample the mouse just trying to get out. pupils will dialate as they understand just what it is they were gently tracing. nimble fingers conspire to always slander the fault of misplacing. life will end as suddenly as it began. with a wail, oh the shits hit the fan. they fastened their appetites on another and if you were pregnant your baby would be just one before the other. to a certain degree i keep the things that set me free, only to me. guarded under lock and key. set sail through the raging waters of denial and the tireless effort to outrun history, only to me. dont we all suffer to concern, lost in the paradigm of disbelief and the blind gamble that leads us astray, incomplete? run a tab at the neon candy store, you can pay it off by shuffling  your tapping feet. so dance, make it out to be the only holy chance you have left. the magicians scams been exposed. now he’s gaunter and leaner. his eyes are forever wary and meaner. just what was the motive is anyones guess? there are books to keep record of the footsteps to make it through the distance to the now. nobody would like anybody. we’d be rabid and proud. foaming to confess. so smile as you get things off your chest. the people you love, the ones required to impress, they’ll be the jury of the trial on how much you can be blessed. as the jailer returns home chanting, “if there could be a prayer oh lord, one to help me care less?”.