(no subject)

[_fu_ck_]

i wish i could put into sounds the brilliant words
resouding off the inner ear of my consience
that tells the tell tale sign of old ages approaching
and metaphorical phallaces coming to an all time low
thats when you find out about the phallaces
turns out they werent so metaphorical
then again they were pretty low in either sense

the family is stumbling along
drunk on the holy spirt|
and all the damned saints}||}

i sit arguing about freud
and how phil knows nothing