Im so crazy you better believe that my insanity alone will kill your unborn children!

So you keep jamming me up and you shall only realize that one train track too many will indeed foster your unlawfully horrendous if not immediate demise.
Keep that shit up! No, no, look at this face and the epiphany of me killing you so hard and (YES FOR THE UMTENTH TIME) so fast, will become emblazened into your psychie.

Dont get slapped by and Angel in a timely fashion.
Dont get degraded, and savagely raped by a girl like me.
I'll do that shit! I will!

Subculture is a very intelligent yet sneaky vulture.
If it sees ya on a long country road (FM 260) it will circle. IT WILL!



My eye is on you Steve Guttenberg! You've made a fool of me 4 too many times. Ive had enough of you and all your kind! I am speaking out in hopes that others will come foward.

Anyway, "it is real easy to kill people without getting caught, as long as it isnt someone you know" says the Ruler of all of the Bustasaurus kind.

Ramblings of a crazy, hazy, lazy, and mostly crazy girl . You like this shit, you know that you do.Let it go and it'll just fall through. ("Charlie Brown was a chump!")

-I didnt like Garfield, you know why? Because his mouth didnt move, he talked with his mind.

-So I was thinking to myself , "Self ... it's gone."

-I'm resigning myself to the Gallows as we speak.


-"Gullatine for men". I think that the correct term would be "head chopper offer".

So I was thinking to myself, " Self, you should take some pictures that are indiscriminately vague". The resulting photograph is indeed copyrighted (or writ, if you will) . So dont try and duplicate ( and by duplicate, I mean masturbate to, on, or near) this flawless image of said Lex. Im asking you.



(Midnote:Said Dark Poets may not be able to see any of the photos spoken of in this rant (ie. literal rubbish). I am in the process of upgrading!)

I have fulfilled my part of this vile contract, I emplore and/or explore you to do the same. (You know who you are). And be warned ( ie. beware the Ides of March ) If you deny me this one carnal pleasure, I'll prolly cut you with the longest knife I can pilfer (or trade one first born babe in exchange for) which will be miniscule in comparison to the irrefutable discomfiture and/or incontrovertable disservice (in laid mens terms: fuck your shit all kindsa up) and certainly not limited to, eventually disfigure (cicatrize, maybe) your delicate sensibilities, or unhook every synapse in your cerebral cortex.

I'll leave those innocent and cauterized alike, with these words of encouragement: When you're feeling down and out, dont let yourself go. Everybody cries..., everybody hurts... sometimes. When I was young, I never needed anyone, and making love was just for fun. Those days are gone. And kicking, screaming and clawing at the linoleum, the last ebb of human dignity and sanity and empathy it took with it. I had a dream, but now, that dream has gone from me. I have digressed (and/or congressed) The point is, you keep your ear that grindstone, and "if you dont increase that Peace, I'm going to increase my fist in your face"! And when you feel like letting go, just keep in mind, there is always something/someone watching,



Prolly me. Most likely me. Ipso facto, inconcordently, gramatically, strenuously (if you fucking will), and finally sarcastically, I'll prolly stab you and who ever else in the mouth , simply put, very hard, with a gun. But before you take your last breath, take comfort in the matter-of-fact,... fact that the everlasting mental picture of these eyes shall here, now and forever more indeed be the perduring simulacrum that you will see.

Either that, or I'm looking at you 'cause you're pretty.


( Do "you people" understand this? My hypothesis (ie. educated guess) would be, NO. Are you even supposed to? Prolly not. Do I care? Yes. However, after further contemplation of the matter, I retract the latter retort. So,...No. Leave me alone, please. If you have a soul of a soul, Please)

I'd better start making some since soon. I think that two of my favorite people in the world are right here. Listening to them talk, being in their presence is so comforting to me. For you see, I am a question wrapped deep and dark inside of an enigma. These two, maybe one more that the other, but that doesnt matter, they have made theories (that have not been disproved thus far) to begin to explain this lex phenomena. I love Betty Paige and Bill Nye: said science guy. However I do not like Macy Gray, she sounds like a cat... that is being "sexed-up" by a tomcat, who indeed has retractable barbs on/in his catcock.

And this is for the kids (who I do it for):
When you are uncertain about what to do,
Remember Ikenia says: Drugs are bad, they may make you feel so sad. If you want to smoke a joint then you really dont get my point.end qoute

Post Script:"Stolen lighter=dead person(human) being!"