my face is on fire- so i brushed my feet
my medication just came in the mail today, its been so long since i needed it. but my doctor keeps telling me in order to get the right amount of sleep for a woman my age, the medication needs to be taken frequently , so yeah if you see me around and i dont recognize you, its because my new flintstones pills have a strong affect. makeup kits, hair dye, digital photographhsss toad skeleton collections inside my bed for nights at a time, no sleep, hopefully these flinstones pill will the knock this lego castle out of my head, it is ruining my eye make up. laughing at another mans misfortunes, yes laughing at your fingers, cut them with scissors, ,,,, eeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrr for christ sake throw away the damn baby pacifier and grow some plastic baby hair. you fucking liar. i dont suck on plastic i pull on elastic. im growing a tumor on my head and i need to cut it off.
It? what it could be or maybe overpowers my emotional functions and bodily functions with disease. its a crossover between uncertainty and energetic feelings of high enduced slicing devices from the heart to my brain. unable to express my hate for alarms. unanswered desires release my knives into diapers, kitchen knife covered in cat shit. my brain stamina wants to kill living organisms in ways insects never imagined. slicing skin sideways with sidways skateboard feet, these blood vessels move left to right not up down like a regular human being. easy getaways and fast confusioun;, yess fucking confuse you is exactly what i had in mind, dont you mind? if i confuse the abused with some bad news? get the clues? born to lose... god damn son of a bitch ---led on to the curiosity of the enemy in wich accused you of ruining my central nervous system, resulting in disorted knife sliced below the belly. ruining the feeling of security and understandment of trust for another human being or animal, god damn dirty animals. continually obserd in ways of dishonest curtisy towards strangers. a stranger inside what sould be the dead body of my brain.
It? what it could be or maybe overpowers my emotional functions and bodily functions with disease. its a crossover between uncertainty and energetic feelings of high enduced slicing devices from the heart to my brain. unable to express my hate for alarms. unanswered desires release my knives into diapers, kitchen knife covered in cat shit. my brain stamina wants to kill living organisms in ways insects never imagined. slicing skin sideways with sidways skateboard feet, these blood vessels move left to right not up down like a regular human being. easy getaways and fast confusioun;, yess fucking confuse you is exactly what i had in mind, dont you mind? if i confuse the abused with some bad news? get the clues? born to lose... god damn son of a bitch ---led on to the curiosity of the enemy in wich accused you of ruining my central nervous system, resulting in disorted knife sliced below the belly. ruining the feeling of security and understandment of trust for another human being or animal, god damn dirty animals. continually obserd in ways of dishonest curtisy towards strangers. a stranger inside what sould be the dead body of my brain.