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Action Jackson sits on a hill up above. Seaguls mocking him from the great blue abyss spill acid onto the ground. Crying out for some sort of sanity in a world corrupt. Jingle jangle, priorities are all screwed ujp and mishapen, as torn by a society blinded by mutany, superficiality, debachery. HYPOCRISY!!!!!!!! My attempts at poetry, or something like it, are crushed, like the blue pills I snorted nearly an hour ago. So, I leave you, and by you I mean me, with this. (As a note that tonight actually did happen!, because you know you won't remember!!!)

Eggshell candy toes and blowed up fetus'. Is there a light on in the house, as the stool in the corner creeps up on the unsuspecting mouse. Or is it simply a shadow, some sort of doubt that escapes reasoning, by the inbred hick in the backwoods of Idaho?? Could it be that one so blind, could see so much?? Nay. The grim reaper stalks all cheese as a cat stalks the proverbial cantalope.

I'm working on a piece, a piece of 3D art. Its called "Coathanger Philosophy of A Disturbed Mind" It involves an odd looking teenager, a fetus....oh I don't want to spoil the rest!
I can see the keyboard!!!!!!!

Carnivorous boobies from hell, eat my foreskin like flies on lastnights hamburger regurgitation.
If I type and don't think, things come out. If I type and do think...I passout. Hmmph.
MmMmMmMmMm, Revolver.