grizzle and slop...

as i lay and think how it would be to be that boy in this comic book i picked up on my way from planet grotar, i slowly think back and say to myself i might be him,

i used to feell as though some boy was always watching me and talking to me in my head,

i used to jump in joy to the sound of mom's meat tenderizer smashing

tonight's steak,

the sound of my dad smashing my mom intrigued me and made me 

be obsessed with porn, guns were plentyfull and bullets were scarce,

playing baseball just to get close to billy in exchange of someday being close with 

his sister,sometimes i used to play playstation wondering why could'nt i be tenchu,

i soon developed absesses on my head and the attempt to kill lord voldemort

sent me into and everlasting coma which i mumble in dispare....,

till this day he who shall not be named romes free cuz of me, harry potter is a story based on the 

life of a young boy i once knew, and voldemort was so much like my dad,

silly willy that shy tastes nilly,

wank and crank are all i thank,

we come to christmas eve and wish all a happy holiday,

but do i wish it? no no one ever really wishes it they just state it,

a mere token of i hope u have a good day,

i am not in a corner praying for it nor am i at a wishing well for u saying i wish they may 

have a happy holiday...

fuck...

like i dont kno where i  stand but yet internet and world rejection and dating have nothing 

in common or do they? bask in that thought and come back and tell me

for the new year i have broken free of my preplanned failure and will enter my new life of do as i will