A Rant.

So many  caustic tales of courageous men doing to many crazy contagious campaigns
Its only a matter of time before tin titans trample the trivial tide of timid traitors
They will flood the gates, growing gargantuan in greater grissly numbers till they gloat greatly with grievous grins
You and your young yuppies you'll yearn for yester years
For no one naps nightly for ninety-nine nights of naughty nit-picking

so many letters to so many words so many thoughts that sort of make sense, so many situational comedies that don't go anywhere but down, this isn't how so many lies spread, but how truths remain buried in bitterness, you wanta tear it away while i dream of sunny shores on a cruise around the universe, i'll keep on chasing stars, while i age into bones, and no one can stop me.  Til death do me part with my mind of millions of miniscule explosions, each one bigger than the next, but not even a speck on this blue planet earth.

Tragic diets can never bring people into good health, if they have anger residing on their shoulders, how alone the bitter feel, how distraught they feel with their rich tickets to ride from here to mars without so much as a musical note to carry them from one bar to the next, and one octave lower till the are forced to jump to the higher and are cut on the sharp, and slide down down down, beatin by whole notes, and drowning in a pool of white noise.

On the other side of the river, over there on the bright green pastures of tomorrow land, everything is possible, but so many people refuse to swim, you have to swim, and swim hard, push through the intensive digust of vomited pathos, the ranting of idiots may seem ridiculous and pointless, but deep inside there are hidden truths.  But over there, you'll find they were right, and while he's standing there happy and content to be sitting over there, you'll still scared of a little shit, getting on your expensive dress.  come eat the sugar sweets, and lollipop candles, even though he doesn't particularly like candy.