3rd Banter

The words I say are psychotropic, I was high on life when they were born. Conceived in the mental, mind fucked. Thoughts came. Cranial birth. Untitled, bastard child with no name. Every day more of the same. Unborn. Many born. Torn. Forlorn. I've no clarity, that's clear to me. Smart as a whip. Dumb as a brick. Sick shit.

Infamy never a goal for me. Seems a hectic road to me. Travel well if that you seek. I shy away. A post card, don't even send me. I'm all alone. Been since. Contacts I don't contact. People lack sense common. Combat roaches and rats. Hands out, begging is a disease. When the face hits the floor challenge them to pick it up in one piece. Peace. Walk swiftly. When I make moves I do so quickly. Don't look back it'll cause you to sway forth. Teeter totter martyr.

Online, dial up, I'm waiting on line. Word account on E. I should deposit a line. I develop too much and withdraw quicker. Rite back I go. Practice makes me sicker. To keep from being focused I try to stay focused. Its just. Damn. A changed plan. Altered state. I feel violated. Mind fucked. This is date rape. But I liked it. I'd do it all again. Deja vu.

3rd man green. High self esteem. Held in high esteem. Humane in action to the fellow man. Equal action to his rib. After all, she questioned the orb. Dove right in. Red ripe flesh. Cherished it. Savored it. Condemned them. Time ticks. We made it. Game of chance. She played it.

The future in a second is now. Its always coming. Always passing. My spectacles, dual monocle's. What a spectacle. Receptive is the psyche that's receptive to other psyches.
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