Current mood:	crazy
Current music:	non-phixion - the cia is trying to kill me

Yes I Spit Fire
"It doesn't matter when you kill me. Because I'll always be around."
- Charles Manson


What you gonna do when the people go home
And you wanna smoke weed but the reefer's all gone
And somebody had the nerve to take the herb up out the doobie ashtray
Why they do me that way
What you gonna do when ya friends go home
And you wanna take a pill but ya end's all gone
Somebody had the nerve to take the herb up out my doobie ashtray
Why they do me that way
You probably don't have a big ol' house on the hill
But if you did just imagine how it would feel
If your phone got disconnected, no cash, and ya gas cut off
And the gal that you had that was helping just stepped the fuck off,
she took the kid, the dog, and the kitty
And everybody know you're at a low, they feel pity
And what's really fucked up is now you're just normal
No more hoes, no more clothes, can't go to the show cuz it's formal
And you wonder why, why, why, why, why
And you resort to gettin high
But damn, you can't find ya stash
And you never took the time to ask yourself
You probably don't have a lot of money
But if you did would you find it funny
If you lent, and you spent it, and you didn't invest
Or put it in the bank so we can gain some interest
You just went and copped the biggest car you could find
And a couple more just like it so your friends could follow behind
Never mind how much it costs, you copped the best weed to smoke
And for her a fur coat
You got jet skis and boats
And next thing you're broke
And the yacht that you got, it won't sail or float
You look back and try to catch someone's attention for help
You made a right at the light and they made a left and you ask yourself
Why they do me that way
Yeah
Hey hey hey
Ain't no more doobies in the tray
What you gonna do when the people go home
Wanna smoke some weed but the reefer's all gone
What you gonna do when your friends go home
And you wanna take a pill but your end's all gone
All gone

Picture police mad they ain't got a picture of that. Tonight I consumed three fine lagers, over a dozen shots of swedish whiskey and a gram of cannabis sativa. Oh, and I slipped acid in some guys drink then slaughtered him and ate his flesh. Now that's a buzz. You can practically taste the Ergot seeping through the muscle tissue. Even when drunk my scriptures connect to your membranes like a syringe to a vein. I know you feel it, because I feel it too - it is deep within all of us. The undeniable energy sparkling amongst our inter-connected bodies. I dream of you, and you dream of me. Last night my mom woke me up at 5am because I was crying in my sleep. Have I become THAT suppressed? I am that prior mentioned Coca-Cola bottle, ready to explode. Tonight I watched the love of my life walk off with a group of drunk, horny guys. Feel the burn. Feel it like how I feel it. Feel it like how my cat feels when it attacks the screen door. Let your face peel back and reveal that barbaric, confident grin. Laugh at your obstacles. Take hold of what can be yours. Defeat Gods.