can I not tread on these unholy branches any longer?
the ground is worn, my feet are stuck in god knows what.

I would contemplate existentialist [bad word] if the trees weren't [bad word] staring me down

this can't seriously be a [bad word] lake.
this makes no [bad word] sense I'm going home  [bad word] this)
at least 'til I get some head of illusion.