quandry nov 12th

When I'm in..
pinned on the brink..
of quandary.
First inkling, natural instinct
sink a skinful of drinks.
Until I'm pissed and drunk of my tits.
Dependency on anything is sinful.
Mad. bad.. with backwards thinking
short fuse quick temper can you handle that?
Look at my body language.
Zig zag like a crab, coming at you from weird angles.
More madman then Mel Gibson.
Mad Max swinging axe, flashback to abusing Jewish actors.
Crazy mind of mine doing backflips.
Like I was competiting in the Olympics gymnastics.
Practice methods to madness.
Wrapped in bad habbits.
Past in fragments, patterns of trauma.
Carrying bags of excess baggage.
Minds a mess nothings in order
like my computer harddrive running out of storage
To many scattered fucking folders.
Over time the bad memories vanish
and you'll find a way to manage.
If that don't work find a way to remind
yourself your still living.
Be grateful

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Man.. got planned unconventional tactics.
Red-flagged to do damage.
Multidimensial savage!
Blueprints to produce havoc like a stampede.
Off the planet, madman on Saturn wearing a tinfoil hat.
Label me crazy as fuck I'm flatterd.
Slammin' the door on catholics when they on my welcome mat. (Fuck Ned Flanders)
Unhinged on a bender since I left the womb.
Married a deathwish to quick, missed the honeymoon.
Judges lettin' me off, to lenient.
At heart true fiends real life zombies.
Too easy the need to keep feeding it.
Tendencies to be violent.
Stealing Mars Bars cartons
fliping over a cars, startin' riots.
Fleeing at the sound of sirens.


It's primal to notice weakness in prey#
Behind that look in my eye, nothing but a hungry #
lion and you the bait.#
My revenge a richochet.#


proceed with caution. nauseous