What the fuck kind of mind are you?

Do you even know?

Retro Flowers hidden amongst the spines of a time of

Confused Innocence and Normality, long gone.

What the fuck is normality?

Skiing polar bears wrapped around red dotted legs

With hairs mismatched and roots missing.

Bruise coloured carpet, growing brown and red poppies.

Plastic bag tourniquet, tied above a mole and ankle.

No. Wrong foot. No Mole.

Helter Skelter under a black felt expanse starred with prisms of Fashionable Fakeness.

Is that even a word?

Fuck it.

It is now.

Less than a year of defined childhood. Bullshit.

That’s been gone for years among pipes, pornography and finger fucking with a drowned bottle of alcohol.

Are you reading this?

Are you confused?

Lost?

Scared?

Or are you just disgusted?

That’s okay. A skull full of disgusting brain cells pumping out disgusting thoughts.

It’s natural.

So is the chemical imbalance.

Dinner. You fucking blind lemming. Fuck dinner!

Leave me the fuck alone!

Go hide in your screened, sluggish cushions! Crawl into the springs!

I choose freedom.

Take it back before it all went wrong?

Fuck You

Because I’m a Freak Show.

I’m the fucking puppet master

I hold the power

And it’s fucking killing you HA HA

Aren’t you choking? Don’t you think you should

EVACUATE?

Do I scare you? Do I disgust you? Do I

sum up everything you’ve ever hated in humanity?

Because you disgust me!

But what am I saying?

I’m the fucked up one right?

It’s me with something wrong, isn’t it?

I’m the

Waste of Pulse.

The world is divided you dumb cunt!

Shut up!

I’m a selfish lazy balloon!

Just fuck and forget me.