far gone.....way way gone.....but still in reach.... my mind is a terible thing...to taste... sinapses...fire....relapse..tomarow... and then, just go out in the rain, without an unbrella...let it all fall down. the tree tops are callin, but they are far much to far, like my brain that i keep in an old mason jar....and there askin me questions, i havent a clue....mabey its because, as a kid i sniffed glue.. not on purpose mind you ..just one of those things...like swingin to high, and breakin a leg....my back is a puzzle, its missin a piece the one that will make it, a picture, i think.. but i can bitch and i can moan....alass...the cows will never come, home....

they cannot come home cause we have eaten there legs......chewed um, and ground um to linkable things.... and as i sit and ramble.  u sqwint your two eyes...rubbing your head, cuase you just dont know why... someone would sit, and right such none sence....fill up the pages...burnt like incense.. it makes me feel better, to some degree i supose, but id be better off singin, but i forgot how it goes....that one song i wrote, bout an hour ago...i guess it was shit...like a turd in the snow! my head is a bucket, my hands spider webs...there sticky, and usless, unless they are fed....but the feed tube is kinked, and its harder to squeeze....this junk, that i punk you with day after day... so fogive me, for saying so....but i think i stink.....but then again, i think im real neat!...mixed up, and torn down, from my shoes to my hair.......tomarow will be better, lets fuckin get there..... but first i must fix, this day ive begun....and thatll take  a minuet...to undo the done.... its over now...take a sigh of relief, but tomarow, i will be at it...again like a thief....a thief of the werds that i put here u see.....cause i didnt make the language, and i barley speak.... just click click away.....one or two times, a day...untill...my mind is no longer...then, what will i have.... just pages full of nonsence...a worthless grab bag! ~g~