Laxatives lack effect.

I want to disembowel myself. Spell check nation, cross bred hate we get fed to perpertrate, stand firm or stand corrected, every time you fed me a line, hook, it sunk, stunk and got disinfected, it ain't sicker than me, more fluent, congruent, and as angry as me, I could set myself free and let myself go, like I was the warden locking myself up for show, so all you donkey looking ponies need to neck the fuck up, cos it's tough on these streets and mate, you dead wrong 'bout luck.
Cos if it's your lucky day punk, you'll be walking away with ya wallet, but not after ya girlfriends guzzed it down like an alcoholic, frolic, piss in the breeze, wave ya dick around so it hits both knees, and please, can I get an encore already, your shit, it stinks, the smell lingers, we be Freddy Kruger, while you be Freddy getting Fingered.

For you, and you.

I would of stuck my neck out on the block.
I went and ran around and around the block.
I hoped you would give a fuck,
But you just stared.
Your eyes they never close,

Your life changed mine, but my life changed yours.
I would of let you chain me down, but all I would of told you was to let me go.
I've been places you never would want to see, but I showed you places I'd never be.
You made me, and you, made me crazy.

Neglect?

What a concept. The indirect, yet subjective behaviour when exposed to a mass mentality, that transcends all class and caste. If one person stood atop the Stirling Ranges and cried "SHOUT ME A SESH" and noone was there to here him, would C.Y O'Connor be alive today? Probably not, due to tuberclulosis or some such palsy which befell his generation.





I warned you cunts about this YEARS AGO.





We bomb with a Short Fuze.





The Mega Mac with four McChicken patties instead. Filling.





That guys back.





I want an iPad.





Mete; verb. To dole out punishment.

When I rip scripts it's a job like the pharmacist, and I dispense nothing but name brand dope, so jog on ya fucking joke, ya big girls blouses, you ain't fucking nothing like you supa glued ya trousers.

I won't remember this week so do it for me.
You better take my picture.
Yours,
Jimmy Juilo Hatzis.

THEY STILL HAVENT GOT ME

Life the blur everyone knows song 2
How many spellings of too can you do?
Diabetic flow, insulin dependant,
I got a goldmine in my head,
So fuck your gold plated pendant.