Baby thats all we need. The pond dried up, but I refilled. Well about half-way, just enough (Just EnoughX2) to be thrilled, that I havent been killed, I should've been wiped off long ago tho, is how I kinda still (kinda still X2) feel (Kinda?) Let me, explain, I've always had trouble in my life from the thoughts in my brain. No rest, all play. For the hamster wheel spinnin infinin, its diggin in my sanity making me insane. But it's ok. Not by my choice I accepted it, no, I never bested it. It's never leaving me, trust I've been trying to eject it. But I cant reject it, or it comes out in anger and I project it. At unwilling bystanders, Now I stand to my stand my standards, as they're the only constant that cant be changed. goodbye I must bade, go to the the bathroom to get laid. Realize palmala handerson is the only one willing, so I jerk it to my thoughts until I bust and nut ends up on the ceiling. ten seconds of strokin it enough to get that feeling, then I take the potatoes peeler out and start peeling. (ooowwwww) I get it (X3), ya'll claim to be ganstas. Walking around your farming town, with the apparel on, but frontin actin like wangstas. We know you owe money to your ma, now go pay her. This is just silly, every bodies threats are grey when nobody wants to kill me. Theres that one person though, has a vendetta against me for something long ago. well, a lot of somethings that have stacked up since the beginning. I shut down and stuffed down the voice in my head, when I should've just listened. Now I'm stuck here alive, well it could be worse. I could be a zombie, on a highway, going 45, with a loose backdoor to the hurshe. when I wake up in a panic, the zombie-bo brain going manic. Listen to the static, the neighbors dog wont shut the fuck up, but wwe is on in 10 and I'm ecstatic.