fuck blogs

it's all bullshit.
go smoke some salvia and
tell me your life is more
than an ice-cream cone melting,
watching globs of you fall off and
splatter against the floor
leaving what's left of you
alienated from the rest of you.
now,
now i understand,
the feeling of being alone in the woods,
it's all a bunch of rotten eggs and shit
being some twenty year old some-
thing driven to be written by
poverty, sex, hunger or some other
form of oppression only
experienced by
the privileged.