hold a razor to my neck red already as i play it satire, tired, i display it xenophobic, think i'm clever using words as a lever tripping over punctuation; can't quite get the proper spacing never bother check spelling (don't you mind that little swelling) infect, enflame, engage, and rattle comes off the page like so much prattle but the Nagian says, "you should his, thats probably why" and who among us can deny the struth of his oracular promise? hells, not me, i'm just a dumbass