Rock’n’roll and heavy metal shenanigans overtake me when I think about what I want to do with this earthly life I live. No doubt it’s short and no doubt it’s difficult and no doubt it’s impossible to live on this earth truly as the person you are or want to try to be. Who do I want to be? I want to be the knife twisting in the substance ever so fluidly yet harshly, cutting straight through the substance with sloppy precision and spreading the substance all over everything it shouldn’t go on but it’s goes good with. I want to be the person you talk negatively about because it makes you feel better about yourself. I want to be the current that flows through your veins; from all pressure points and out your fingertips, toes and the top of your head, going exactly opposite electric chair madness online. We’d watch someone die if we had the opportunity and it’s a terrible thing to think is the truth but it certainly is. We love to kill each other WE LOVE TO KILL OURSELVES. It’s like poetry. It’s something we can’t get out of our heads because it’s so pleasant, only, it’s not pleasant at all. In fact, it’s a lot like Fall Out Boy in that I want to stab myself in the head when I sing along to their songs but I still sing them and I don’t stab myself for it because I secretly enjoy it. “Eye For an Eye” is soooooooooooo Old Testament and you people need to wake up and realize there’s a new truth that’s been given to us, one where the Lord never rejoices or sees fit the destruction of the wicked. If you kill someone you think is wicked, you’ve performed an incredibly dangerous sin against yourself and the Lord by doing something unjustifiably wicked. Murder is murder, even if you have the government involved and you truly believe the Lord is on your side for it. Sometimes I listen to too much rock’n’roll and I want to do things I’m not necessarily capable of doing but the only reason I’m not capable is because I just told myself I wasn’t capable and I’m fine with that. Your tongue needs to come out. OUT out OUT out OUT. Your throat will be cut and the words that have been loaded on your tongue will spill out and stain your entire being because you thought you were intelligent. Your tongue needs to come out. Come out, tongue.

Enjoy today’s haiku:

Foolishness surrounds
“Fry Him Up Extra Crispy”
Please stop throwing stones