All that blood and nowhere to go.

Cigarettes help.

I had number 343.

When I entered this place it was at 229.

I got a lot of thinking done.

I don't know,

does soccer make you thick?

Or is it the soda?

They better be inexpensive because

they look just like the tip of a dick,

and just as weak and stupid and sensitive.

I mean, I don't even know,

but..

Not me, but some other poor marble,

just trying to get their respective

area of familiarity.

Once the authority face has surfaced,

there is no turning back.

Why do we think that when we do things

its not like when others do things?

No, really.

Because I do.

Nobody I know.

The belly does carry the burden,

why not let it guide as well.

Will there be a long term effect?

Do these people have silly answers

to world problems?

Gritty romantic old L.A..

La brea bakery smell

and folks on cigarette breaks

with plastic hats to keep their hair

out of the dough.

Tight and perspective weak and

Peripheral inadequacy.

Meaning they have a problem with distance and space,

and in turn do nothing.

Although, really,

I only wrote those words

to see of I could spell them.

I could not.

Words on the street need to be

to the point for us people driving.

There's usually not a lot of time

to get your point across.

Then again we aren't supposed to be

doing anything but driving

when we are driving.

But no one on this earth is

doing nothing but driving

when they are driving.

No one.

Who the fuck can do that?