Live Fast, Die Young... Save Yourself.


[1] Vomit out the virus of sincerity. Do it. It will hit you. Destroy it. It will love you. Fuck it. It knows your ways. Embrace it. Be your parents. Ignore it. He'll quit. Hate it. Listen to your voices. Are you there? No. Are they right? No. No right given. Purity of vandalism. Smoke the air around you. Gawd is out for lunch. Burn down disgrace. Run for your life. Earth? You're in limbo. Where's your gun? What warming thought should I give you? Honesty is overrated. So are dreams. Freud was a cunt. So is the ol' boy on the cross. I'm cheap. Just like my mind. A mess. [2] Decade gone. So am I. Martyrs have no job. Nor found cures. If you only knew. If I only knew. Trashy generation. Rather vote Dukakis. Track marks everywhere. Cigarette burns on toys and dresses. Unfinished thoughts of freedom. Rotten airwaves now. Manipulative drug called religion. What happened to Alyson? Empty V still kills children. Guns we used to play with. Bring back the virus. Ode to the many parasites. Vomiting sincerity. The new wave. Saved yourself? No. [3] Outside forces will come. To strangle and mutilate your meanings. Memories are bits of happiness. Outside forces that began the rot from the unwelcoming host cell. Which keeps it warm and healthy. Healthy enough to kill the host. A virus. Happiness is our, No, My virus. The gluttons feed from theirs and others. They will be invaded and dissolved in gastric juices. Acids. I'm afraid. Because we're destined to become gluttons. Avoid it. Kill it. Rape it. Kiss it. Never follow. Save yourself. Be your parasite. Your baby. Your host cell. Your virus.

-I.A.M.♥

[1] - Cheap.
[2] - Lunch.
[3] - Be your parasite.