I bit into a pop-tart this morning

Realized it was filled with blood

Hamlet's mother is the queen of denmark

Nothing tastes like it should

The human-race is out of luck

The human-race loves to fuck

FUCK!

Evolution, reproduction, deformation, no repairation

A negation, police station, syncopation, fornication

THERE'S a girl staring at me

I wonder where she's from

She will be my pop-tart

I'll savor every crumb

WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU IN MY WAY?!?!

Read pages 631-634

Don't go looking any further

Your youth can be bought back at the store

There's a demon in the corner

He is masturbating

A third of your lifes spent sleeping

A fourth of your life's spent waiting

WAITING!!!!

what are you waiting for??

I've been thinking lately

All these things on my mind

The dead cat on the side of the road

He hides behind

Curiosity killed it

Now you can't leave it alone

Curiosity will kill you too

The curiosity which broke it's bones

Who's the criminal?

When everybody follows....

I wake in the morning

I am by myself

The only human in the world

The population not dead

Just never existed

Everyone on this earth

Is someone I created

Schitzophrenia

To create the nations

To keep myself entertained

Creating war

Hate, sadness, destruction

Wiping out the races as I choose

Only eliminating

Peices of myself

Until I had to wake from my dream

To this nothing world

With nothing in it

Just me.....

On a blank canvas.......

BUT THAT WOULD BE TOO FUCKING EASY!!!!!