Kill?

::::mental note::::
it is just a phase
It is just a phase
it is just a phrase
it is lust i praise
is it lust I praise
is it lust i crave
it is love i crave
it is just a rave
it is dust in rain
in to dung we rake
in the oven we bake
in my head I squeek
in my bed we freak
oh my Lord i seek
oh my God you reak
ohm ohm ohm ohm ohm 

Don't even ask. I have no idea..
It just squeeked out past my left hemisphere.

I can't even write about it, what makes me think i could paint about it.

How can i write or paint about anything if i can't even recognize it?

Rebel's Brain Trying to figure it all out looks something like this.....

I feel:  fuck I don't even think I have any feelings.

I feel: like a box of cleenex with one tissue left.

I feel: Like a dog with 3 legs and a missing collar

i feel: Like kicking someone in the face.

I feel: Like being whipped across my ass till i can't feel anything but the welts, swelling and burning till the room goes Black

I feel: Like a caged Racoon, with no one to scratch

I feel: like having a smoke, and giving up

I feel : Like I just barfed all over my blog.

 Feelings aren't real, they are just feelings.

Perceptions are't real either,

Unemployment isn't real, is it? What about cheese. I really like cheese and if it isn't real either, then God help us all.