If it was worth anything, or spurred any feelings, it’s been done, you live in a jar, and all the jokes have been made, your dad fucked both your wife, and your sister, then your daughter, think about it, does it hurt, the heavens above, blasphemy lingers, but it’s been done, it’s a new moon, strings pull, and they’re moving my heart, my cup waits, my body is weak, it’s getting old, and I just want to lay down, the mind moves, recycling and laundry, everlasting fruit, all that I have to bear, it builds up, imprisoned in this room, but the heavens don’t care, the most I can hope for, is to be a zombie that doesn’t feel anything, a rolling stone, without fear, a universe has to eat, it needs delusion to get there, are you tired, take a pill, and go to sleep, so much a person can do, but I’m just a dude, and so much is worth nothing, the vast expanse of space, with enough time, all sorts of value builds, the sun and the moon, a rotting VHS tape, again and again, like sex with a fish, waiting for the next thing, hoping the water ripples, and it does something…

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