Cicada Years

a vast space is being torn in(two)to pieces i am afraid i am a frayed rope sometimes it is fair to all but me and i am left cold and bloody lying on the tile face down i don't view the world properly the world does the same to me the world includes all you people you know who you are(or do you?) you shoot people like me down with crazy minor little minute almost unseen killers your actions are representing the way you feel unhappiness has taken its hold on you clearly clearly clearly we have lost it you and i fell long ago a million and one things caused it but mainly the lack of snow maybe depression had always been there for our minds but this time it killed one of us and you are still alive so apparently i go to hell where i have the time of my life burning and frying every morning every evening receiving a new wife who i have banal sex with she doesn't even scream when i touch the slit i made on her throat satan provides another for my pleasure shove it up your asshole sorry for the tourette's remember though when you read that that you know what i am talking about you lost your innocence too early no one was there to catch you(poor Allie) you fell of the cliff and landed in hell words will be words and nature will be nature without the human mind 'fuck' would have no meaning if i say fuck again should it bother you? no i say no i am not saying anything bad like 'fuck god' or 'fuck your mom' this is a test an emergency has been presented it is an emergency of censorship we are done or are we i never know are we? the end(is soon)