[Flaming_Rat]

Every time I try to put this down, it comes back at me...it's not an addiction, it's fucking karma!

The itch is back again
that prying little voice in the back of my mind
that agony induced sigh of relief
that pretty little flicker in the corner of my eye that screams for it's own destruction
that bitch

Hopeful memories, that I hope are mine flow through me
as I lie in a would-be coma
lit cigarette, burning down to the filter, clutched in my hand
my mind is the ash tray
and if I could find a suitable metaphor, we'd have some fucking amazing ashes
wouldnt we?
ashes that scream from the very depths of eternity
and dance their maddening dance in the wind
and all the wind wants is to get rid of those fucking little peices of shit as fast as it fucking can

Goddamn
and God be damned
theres a million fucking churches in this shithole and not one of them prays to the real God
and by the real God, I of course mean something that isn't a God at all
but it starts with a "g" and thats fucking good enough

Gratification
gratification
gratification

What the fuck happened to gratification?
no one wants it anymore, and its the one thing everyone fucking needs
fuck Jesus
no one needs any of that bullshit
a man who died because he pissed a bunch of people off
thats not a savior
Hitler died for the same goddamned reason
fuck Jesus
fuck Hitler
fuck painkillers
fuck breathing
fuck all your bullshit
fuck you
FUCK YOU!!!

And since we're on that tentative subject of fucking
heres a novel idea:
stop ass-fucking yourself with a six stainless metaphorical fuck-steel inch razor
stop fucking yourself over with your faux-intellectual bullshit
stop fucking speaking
stop fucking moving
stop fucking breathing
now fucking go give a gun a blowjob
and tell Jesus I said "fuck you"