we need to stop thinkin' keep drinkin

heartbreak, the word rolls off tongue, like a clover or somethin that rolls better than aforementioned thang, the apparatus, built to fly, wings a mess of mesh and broken dreams,chilli sauce in the eye, reminiscant of the maceing he recieved by his buddys fiance at the perfume counter of a big-ass department store, the eyes twitching, bemusement at the non-lethal excrement fired into the iris like napalm on a gook baby, how long will this dream take to become a reality?, syphoning emotions, the dark recesses of the soul, churning like so much butter, homogensied, like a def doctor eating the magnaplasm, directing the absurd abcess of procreation thru the wings of an angel, as the sun sets over las angeles, the darkness decends on motor city, detroit rejects the infant soul, too innocent to ride the rapids, dark storm clouds decending over the oblique parasites, worming thru lethargic love loss, from a soul too evil to be reborn in hell, born into the self righteous, yet eccumenical hypocritical christ like ambition, the forces of nature set about to relive and rebirth the mescaline soaked soul, giant cockroaches gnaw at the deafening cacophany of explicit, mangled detriment, hallucinations, determined to envelope reality, the fine line between desperation & empathy reborn in satan or buddha or allah, however the son of darkness appears, the referee despises the iconiclapse, intimate rejection far flung from eternity, exposes the intermitant descecration of the holy spirit, Momma, why dont u love me?