Oh juicy friend I can't pay the bills I ate the food and swallowed the pills. The bleach is too thin so there's no poin, I'll shave the walls and kick a stone. Crawl the floor for blims and scabs I'll get a job when I grow old. It's fun to lose a few I'm told. The thought of kissing anything reminds me that I have [bad word] thin. Eating [bad word] reminds me of ragging girls.

I love the sound of bass and fear I want to live for twenty years. When I die of a fast fun death there will be nothing I have left. I love my friends and I am loved I'll keep these thoughts for when I'm lost. Again in this tunnel there is only back and forth.

This is the boy that I was taught. I love my fam they are divorced. I am the nutter and I love the force.