i want to worship in the woods
tonight but it means sacrificing my health
i could get naked
and i'd so regret it tomorrow
my body would be the sacrifice
i want to burn stuff

set fire to something
let it burn it's toxic fumes
get arrested for nude arsony
maybe i'll burn some books too
just for a goof
the sin of flaming literature

watching billy crystal's story
in playboy sci fi collection
bursts into flames
have fun stormin' the castle
simply marvelous!

i need to take up smoking
ciggerettes will kill the cold
it'll give me much bigger things to worry about
like dying
dying might be a good idea
since employment land doesn't seem to want me
i won't need money dead

just make this cough go away
it's going to get worse
my balls hate me
they ache
i get horny when i'm sick
but i lose all sensation
just hornyness with boring orgasms
my balls hate nude cold too
they won't like me tonight
but i gotta go dancing on the cold earth
and burn something

if i only had a can of spray paint, i'd graffitti something
protest something
anything
to get a bloody erection at this point
put some fire in my belly
burn the cold away
oh gawd i feel lumps in my throat
there goes the fucking glands
swelling for no reason

i hate being sick
i hate looking sick
i hate when i get spontaneous ritual ideas when it's cold and wet outside
i mean this fucking sucks ass
maybe i'll set the dumpster on fire
that could be fun
i just want 50% of my stuff to go away

this is ridiculous
where am i going to put all this stuff?
it keeps accumulation
books i'll never read
i don't know how to end this strange rant
just gotta be
here
now