Shane W.- Age: 20

7 October 2008

Manic Panic!

I've noticed one notable difference in you:

Your diagnoses has left this earth unto the fiberglass people that inherit it.

Fragility: The End:

You've barb wired these limbs during your labotomy, your vasectomy of life.

Mid-life carcass:

You by all means have festered this feces of a chemical imbalance.

ECT treatment:

You have convulsions in the sun with your agoraphobia.

Bombastic lightness:

You begin life anew, then you turn around and saw your limbs off again.

Floating torso:

Bloodshed about as you start to sprout from you own egotistical insights.

House Centipede:

You creep around with this impervious shell as you regnerate yourself from the lawns of no mercy.

This bottomless pit sewed with salt and salvaged magnesium:

Your anxiety rises, your serotonin levels off kilter, you strap this sullen crown, you feed off fetus...

You're born again.