the occasional travesty

i'll let you all be the reason i can't get any closer to myself then where i stand and where i fall. its all the same from half way up so far from bottom and from top. come friday come winter come weekends i'm better. i'm faster i'm higher i'm stronger i'm brighter. i'll stop middle manning all my friends and build my own crab shack half way up and down the same mountain your old man said you should never venture. where t. i. p. be kicking at. i'm sure you all fight the same apathy that disguises itself in a comfy red couch. whispering in your ear sweet little lies. about how not important that sunshine outside is. make sure you can still stand in 5 years fuckers. when ninjas start folding their own laundry you know its time to go for beers with the boys. just ask yourself what would i do without you? you will see its not far off from shooting up behind a dumpster on a monday morning. but kick it like a G. not too hard. just enough to maintain a good high. like a functioning heroin addict. the phone plan junkie: the proverbial evenings and weekends. you on point tip? i already feel like deleting this whole paragraph of shit. i write as if i sat in front of a mirror and just stare in awe at how terribly awsome i am. its the personal propaganda that buying into will only get me killed. or atleast better looking. chick chick... pow.