#104

fast i cant move from malnourished brittle bones syndrome pummeled by giant fists of arsenic and truth serum forced to tell the story of romulus and remus teat sucking infidels founders of a ruined city questioned by interpol and thrown in a secret prison for international offenders of public faith and unanimous consensus of the olympic nations living in filth in tent city vancouver biplanes circling ominously with intent to kill manslaughter to the nth degree you fill in the variable with what you will and never approach infinity holy trinity holy ghost invisible tyrant of vague and myth like unicorn leprechaun wizard of the omnipresent banging on an open door with a fist made of whispers and lies until you cease to live in the eighth dimension and materialize and try to live in the real world until you realize life here isnt worth the aggravation and you give up the ghost and return to your safe and heavenly perch on gods golden throne and do what youve always done nothing because you dont exist in fact the word you doesnt even apply to you praise jesus for the revelation and my impending elevation into the heavens to perch on gods golden throne and do what a holy ghost should do which is i dont know i guess ill just be here where i cant move fast