I Feel to Infinity. Your Words Impale and Dehuminize Me.

There is a new drug effect moving through me. It is the effect of PCP. Do not take anything, especially for the next 72 hours. You will then appear retarded, and be actually. It is Sarah Palin's Alaska moving through. It is the effect more fleshed out of military "radio". It is not funny and it is not sweet. It begins with an almost whisper of a word you are thinking actually. I hear nothing, it enhances my thought. You would be tortured within a week. Funny is necessary for me to heal properly. Enemy moves around me like a British round-a-bout. They step on my flow, and poison my jive. It is Jew and Pagan too. My whole life is this destructive singling out for mockery. It would return to them in infiity. Be cool, not cruel. Listen to jazz and hate it as much as I do. Mystical meds and jack crack ain't the soul to deliver. Be empty and rosin up your bow. Place the melody in a box and light it on fire. I am funeral pire. Feel the street beneath your feet, and be gentle to me. Canive no more. Throw water at the floor. Never do the splits, I conquered that valley long ago. Be pregnant with mercy for me, and know the enemy. Linger over a cup of coco, and see Italy remotely. The fallacies are about to be revealed, publicaly. I will stay down low and fight for Republican to be right. Opposite me, vicinity is opposite. They mock me even when I agree. Talk of meds telepathically will be for all of yee. You are all fuckin crazy and you have no creativity. My artistry will set me free. Down with the mockery of me very publically.