Odds are target-locked on my skullcap, exactly 1,357 of them, at age 18, I was told I’d have all the tuna and beer and sea pizza I was promised but they never mentioned the stress, because of this, I thought I could use such to dip from it but it brought me back, resorted to the things that make me more and more lost, how do I find my way out this asscrack? My skull ‘maids that brain-swim, fish interior share of their bodies craving the goriest flesh, to have it all, you must die to live, but avoid moving that gets you struck in the neck, I want to arrive at the luxury Strawberry Fields with this music shit, this FL Studio producing biz I put my soul in but it’s constant icy danmakus I am forced to deal with Yet I do it with a tongue placed firmly in cheek because I firmly believe for me one day there’s a spaceship, this vision based on cracking many a books open, Ufology, the C-Discs that will play as skies for the ocean, there’s xenomorph coochie I’ve won in a never-never land up there, big sloshy green jugs with purple nips, I can picture it in a novelist’s fashion and I think even one instance of experiencing that is better than any lifetime here, I’m the one who’s gotta come across it’s milky ways, I’m sorry but it’s true if this is hard to hear The cold space backs the outside of the shuttle, within, I’m warmed up by Fibi’s jungle bush, same color somehow as the backwood, the brown leaf, and crumbs of kush, in these dreams, I saw her in Starbucks, her ass took up like 7 seats, with towers and mountains of venti Matcha cups grazing the ceiling, I spotted a crop circle on her chunky pussy through an easy-access seam rip, conversing across from her, context clues tells you I was hard-as-bricked, “‘Ello, Earthling!,” she spouted friendly for she was just visiting, needed help to get back to Mars for her spacecraft had fuel that was missing, a grandiose techno nightmare to accommodate her physique that can’t fit in even landscape picturing A robotic pigsty to most but the perfect place to have kids to I, anything helps, as she described, I filled up her and the starcraft’s pipes all in one go, I put that ET kitty to night night, I sat with bated breath as she then did the test, I hope I cheated it like I’m fidgeting with weighted die, then I realize: wait, is there astronomical child support in the stellars past the skies? This I pondered as I got close to tightening my space-suit and wandering into the cosmos dusk and night, ‘till it had only one puny line, sweet, yet my brain still kept lingering: what would our kids even look like? But this over I will not become sleep deprived, as my face is under her thighs after I stuffed her ripe with Martian Popeyes, whole menu to quench her appetite, next moment I’m looking out the window of Mars’ Mercer, next I’m brought back down to Earth by the ringing of bells, quiche bus exhaust, and artificial lights, just another day sat back wishing for better facts of life, the hemp got me in the Big Dipper pan roleplaying as eggs fried, scrambled tears on my face were something of an earthshine, now it’s more common than not as I yearn for a macrocosmic hedonistic lifetime, yet I sit in the real life, still trying to fuckin’ work my grades up from 38 to a barely passing 69 I’m a fucking dunce, even then, it still wouldn’t be passing, this stupid stress of it all ain’t even worth bringing up and chatting, I daydream back to the outside dark art planets traveling, now I’m back on Pluto’s авиамоторная as I snore eating chicken sandwich with my wife I wrote this song about, these hallucines give me further brain damage, I’m handing out flyers about quasar steroids until little green police men come and leave me apprehended, why the hell are there justice systems in starscapes you couldn’t hear me scream in? The seething anger of getting short circuit cuffs placed on my paws woke me up, showered in a red mist, I began screaming out “who want what?” But, that’s when I fucked up, my eyes were shut and I was on a display mattress in Kmart and just said that last line at the top of my lungs, and no one was there except Officer Pigskin Security Scum who also tried to cuff up 2 of my thumbs, ‘till I outran that slug, you didn’t get me in that dwarf, you’re not getting me here, lil bruh, SAPD are all my sons and I abandoned them, sucks to see what they become and how much no one can stand them, despised much so by the honkey simsdiS ulesoyrF cabal, they don’t know shits about how to score, what makes you think they know anything about the ball? But it’s all good, y’all, I don’t even think myself that I’m blackballed and that ain’t even my concern, I’m just awaiting for my homeplanet to call, I only feel a sense of closeness to them picking me up through the puffs of the bong, I have no pen-game but it got my pockets fabric lining metal festival, Alien Hominid my weaponry, if you even walk up, it’s ensured you fuckin’ fall, CIMD Flatliner squad, and no, we’s not going out on any loss, we cook up a prevention officer loss with flavored sauce, he got clocked, I hate the darkness that surrounds my job but I love any peek of light that comes, makes it worth it all, I can only put blinds up to mask the vitriol, can’t turn it off, not like that’d be what I want, spaceship fly past the sky, I’m entering into somewhere past heaven’s swamps