Eat Shit & Die.

The shifty turbulence,
Cruel and purposeless,
A great big oozing lie,
To completely emphasize,
Such seedy awfulness,
Wide open consequence,
And time will tick by,
To slowly materialize,
the lies of the anonymous,
The plight of pompousness,
Descent into what’s fine,
Regret the bottom line,
Until I throw them up again,
The feathers of a friend,
I’ll be choking on such childishness.

Postcards from Freedom #2 – We Be In The Tropics, Fuckhead.

We Be in the Tropics, Fuckhead.

We Be in the Tropics, Fuckhead.