Weeeeew! thank goodness I made it to see another day! I didn't run across any new formulas today! you know those kinds of chemicals in my brain that allow me to be so bestial in my domain against the King and Emperors of Georgia Americana.
Tiger Moon! Crocadile Sun! Black Hole Iris! and Camel Toe Gallaxy! These primary loud universes at the helm of my warmed buttock yell in the background---as farts! I heard them mother, you are in Alabama still aren't you, sweaty, tired, bored, and fat i suppose....i love you mother! you know your oldest son is gone mad don't you mother? Oh don't be sad, he likes his insanities. They are his lyrical codes that none whore should crack when the nuclear bomds destory Al Gore's hot Earth! They are like the bees working away at this heart, the bee keepers hive. Hold up! Someone is beating on the tresses of my very doorsteps! I do not own doorsteps i merely see them under old rugs....
Who goes there, you foul knocker! Is it you Stink Breath Carmela, you fucking hag, bowing to invisible Jesus like that! I knew it, a dreary fucking whore with beetle antennas leaping out of her hairy ass!
I might as well pay her the two pennies i owe her for killing those two dastard roaches that keep eating my brain every Ash Wednesday. Oh take this you slut and shut up! no, not my mighty medium sized cock and curve! the pennies take it! Take.... the....fucking....pennies! Take the fucking pennies and leave! oh goodness, you are my blubbering slave, you hag! See you again next time when i have more roaches for you to kill! be gone, hag!
I own sluts, Hahn ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Dekametrius, you are so Randy darling! (the evil laugh of Dekmetrius in the background)! Now about politics in the face of poverty! Ah the pleasures of fascism in the face of contrived republics in the democratic meritocracy of the ghetto in Decatur! I loved the fuhrers ideas in reverse! he hated Jews. i love Jews. he hated blacks. i .... well.... i don't know if i love blacks.... i love me mother.... she black.... i don't love that crusty dude Alvin who begs on the train....God Bless You Sir! go to hell you Slut! you Beggar! you fucking bugger in thy hairy, snotty nose!
And while i think of these silly anecdotes for my pleasuring and henceforth botched delivery in the insanity ward (America), i loved being in the middle of my mental illnesses....encouraging it to grow pterodactyl wings and flying back through time.....what? the doctors can't prove nothing is wrong with me but that I'm............strange black man in his early thirties....that's what the psychiatrist said.
Don't drink too much wine, she said, it will make you crazy like Larry Joe, your uncle. but merry well be I Deka; the low down dirty scallywag with a shaved head on Saturday mornings.