Apr 30, 2004 11:12
I dont have the patients to contain this disdainment, enragement swarms my skull.
Crude images flash when i blink my eyes.
Soothe in a quick slash when i sink my knives.
Pointed spiked teeth spite and spit on the assumptions of speech.
Reaching out, seething doubt, increasing amounts of horror.
Speaking out, creeping clouds, in breaching power of core-chords.
Cut the main line, fuck the sane mind, im stuck in the same time as when water boils.
Blotter Foils and Cluttered turmoil.