My Amour
You are my amour, my love, my reason to live
You make me see clear. You are my trip on my ride from LSD.
As I inhale you exhale. Are bodies are one, Are souls are two
Love(Coarse Language)
Love...What a pitiful expression: I love you, you might as well just say that you want to fuck me. Oh well. Why say the word love. Love is a figment for we all are unreal. Surreality brings forth my true emotion when all I can say is "Goodbye!"
The Power of Words (Coarse Language)
The power of words is only judged by the power of the speaker. If someone says "Fuck You!" to you and you do not even know who said it than those words mean nothing. But when you think that a word such as hate is a strong word how about the phrase "I loathe it with extreme distaste!" The words fuck you are just as bad as hate.
Paranoia
I see light and darkness at the same time, I breathe out oxygen and inhale carbon monoxide. I do not die. I am not under the influence of a drug, I am not as you say" tripping balls" I am just intoxicated by a drug known as Paranoia. It eats you alive and makes you crazy. Hear a sound in the bunk of the night. See a movement in the bushes. What in the wild wide world is there. What is it. I love it. I get high of this drug. You may not realize it but Paranoia is my anti-drug.