life's a bitch, and then you die
love's a bitch, and then she leaves.
life's a beach, so lets get high
love's a roller-coaster, it'll make you heave.


life, can I figure you out. Write so much I think I'm blacking out.
I told myself never to back out. Fact's out.

the truth spilled, all over the floor of deceit
our canvas has a hole, picture's with no frame,
scriptures with no soul. words with no meaning
written in black ink, bitten by lack of think-
ing, feeling, incriminating yourself
watch the swallow, the fall of the common man
that wallows in his own pitiful soul, his own pit of himself
stress is bad for his health, but unless he's felt
the inner-self, his soul will lack the wealth
of knowledge to better deal with what's dealt.


I need help.



ask yourself, stupid.



I'm with stupid...