10:24 pm CST

basically i break the creative ache

i rhyme with nothingness at my back

beer comes and gives me a st(ea)ake.

praise the glory of ghoulish glow loud

rise in the mid-ness of the morning perturbed

with our endless churning at its mouth.

fly fly fly

cannabis is evil to the plucked

so those who bloom plenty

keep sure to make themselves

right pleasured

in the kept rightness

of 

luck.

make it all, and don't ever scream to me

for i might be too exonerated

in the ascribed establishment

of who i am:

her's comes first,

don't you agree?