hello, this is fucked up shit.

Ya

Lets do this.

How is that working out...

I've been on to you.

I have a bad habit of identifying traps,

And setting them off.

Sometimes walking right into them...

Sometimes shit gets fucked up.

Next I knew.

Everything was fucked up.

Including, and mainly

Myself.

Help

I got about as many potatoes as you could possibly imagine.

Now what do you need?

time passes, people change everyday, trying to heal while lifes slowly draining away. I knew something but just couldn't say. wanted to take your hand and i regret it still to this day. and now im half blasted. and seems like your doing ok. but me. im not gonna make it without some more medi cine. i cant take it, the way people play all these games. im a la breaking child of pain, sane was a trick i almost fell for it but. now im crazy and your all to blame hey.

First things first. If i could do anything I'm going for a deluxe thc spa day. Then, once thats done. I would work on harnessing wasted energy and reusing it. I would abolish wage slavery by implementing a secret and unique tactic so that people don't simply have enough money to survie until the next days work. If you don't like your job, you shouldn't have to stay for fear of not getting your neccessities. Also I would open a franchise of walking taco spots. I will name them, El Walko Taco. serve big hot mama spicy pickles too.

After all this i would convert our moon into a energy producing celestial being. half artificial. from which i plan to produce energy in quantities greater than needed. with reserves a hundred times that all on/in the moon.

then i would reward health sellers and punish sickness sellers. for example. i would make healthy food the cheaper easier option. Junk food would have a higher tax. and some food may be outlawed for being to unhealthy. this would improve quality of life. reduce the burden on the hospitals, add years onto lives. and with a lower demand for medicine the price goes down. quality, goes up. in the theory of consumer side economics that is.

It was all a trick,

It was all a trap.

Everything I've ever done.

Every friend I've ever had.

Man, they're probably feds.

Or just working for the government

In some way or the other, and with

Technology and a microphone and cameras

On every cellular device that are pretty

Easy to access, it's not that unbelievable

That someone, somewhere, at some time or another.

Some beings are watching, listening.

Constantly!

Don't believe lies!

I was conquered by her love...

That was forever, and it was

A long time ago. Yet everyday,

I am slayed. My inner dragon

Tamed by your smile, I've got

A photo of in my mind.

That I hold on to for tough times.

Good times we had.

If only you still came around.