..goes the bus, the streets are giving the beat filtered by the heap of the <> , we traverse the distance to our existence, places where we want to come to exist.
No one loves you, especially not the ignorant pieces of shit who get sick on a bus. Their freedom to jump spaces compromises your energy to do to same eventuality, but who cares, but you, for sure lot them..
..it begs the critical question and valid argument, that we are all but mere narcissistic assholes travelling on earth, because in the end it all boils down to selfishness & masturbation!
Fuck you & gracefully I fuck you, as I want to smash your running and sneezing nose into the pavement until it becomes all but a bloody stem os the crap you’re spreading. No, I want to but can’t do, as it would just incarcerate me and make YOU MFA (MotherFuckingAsshole) the victim, on which wave you would ride endlessly until the end of your life probably.
„Oh I was beaten!“ „Oh what a heathen“ „My nose is gone“ „Can’t work no more!“ • „Not my fault!“
Therefore your shitty attitude affects my life’s compound and I haste for things unbound
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Coming to and end, we all die and I will never give a fuck about you, piece of waggling & wobbling companion, the shitted your attitude in my face.
[yet, still I hope your exit will be hard and painful, as we should all suffer the consequences of our actions..]