Yeah. I know Sometimes I bet ya think I'm some maniac. I'm all over the place and I come here to blast people and talk about pussies dicks and prescription pills.  Well I ain't got a hook up and my street pharmacist just got their pussy stretched…so yeah you bet I'm out here and I'm needing to get high worse than Charlie sheen at Graceland.

I think…well I know.  No. I hear..yes that’s it.  How smart I am.  Yes I do. Then I see all these fucking idiots….and they just suck it out of me.  They have me on their level, dragging knuckles like my name was chuckles the clown and I made balloon animals to shove up your butt hole.

You know I think I should wonder what that look was for.  Come hither…is it the same one…the one I saw…the one that made me indeed heed that call?  I mean was it?  Is it like something deep down like the thing inside me?  I'm just fucking wondering.  I don’t want to be a fool.  I think maybe I am just a little too in danger of that.