MOTHERFUCKING
WHAT
DO I HAVE TO DO
TO GET IT RIGHT?

christ in heaven

both the morality of self-expression and the morality of our judeo-christian forefathers twine around each other and continue to limp on

offering us only a sense of compromised logic and relativity and disconnect/disjunct/disinfected junk

WE ARE ALL EXILES
YOU CAN NEVER GO HOME AGAIN

shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit
farah fawcett hair and me
kit kats and diet coke
somehow
sit beside
strange loops and bdsm royalty

what what what what
motherfucking
what

here's a sound poem for some undergraduate class
and a lazy bones dilettante
I never want to work another day in my life.