We all made it out alive

Well, we did...
didn't we?

Wet farts, Silk sheets

We're picking up dregs and ashes:
Procured from minor city-states
and underlying provincial manors;

ain't no truth to the has-beens
and those without teeth.
Press OK to resume.

Tie those bootlaces, child,
ain't no tellin who'll be the one to trip.

Lately,

I think as the sun sinks:
slowly,
with gashes and
pause

Lately,
I sleep like shorn sheep:
like babies,
with giggles, and occasional
awe

Lately, I dream of skin cream:
first smooth,
then roughly, that's
all.

God DOES shoot dice...bite me, Einstein...

0 = ∞
∞ = 0

Prove me wrong...
c'mon, I dare you...

All your calculations can suck my dick...

I feel like lion.

Got a bad case
of the kitten face

but damn...
I itch so good.