Abstract thoughts of intricate plots that end with me and you taking a walk at ten paces away we turn until we’re adjacently faced simultaneously pull out our death rays no longer set to phase take aim and lay waste to five years of running in place of shed tears and broken fates we should’ve done this post haste but I’m a sucker for a pretty face good brain and a tight waste and it just so happens that you had two out of these three traits but all you did was constipate you were born to complicate I know why you love to hate men treat you like an open gate when I came around I was way to late cuz time takes but it never waits you and I were perfectly misplaced you had a chest cavity that was an empty space and I had a heart that had nowhere to lay so we played games until the rain came then we split ways but when I returned to lay claim you said you flushed it down the drain that I shouldn’t complain because it quickly became ragged and plain and there wasn’t much that remained I had no one to blame except myself I think she wears it like a trophy on her belt but I still search in absolute stealth cuz it leaked blood in the well and the sharks can tell if I ever came across it I’m not so sure I’ll remember how it felt but I’ll search none the less my infinite quest a descent into madness if you see it just do me a favor and leave it were it rest

I love trains planes or automobiles hell basically anything with 2, 3, or 4 wheels I’d let John Candy drive steve martin survive now that’s what I call a hell of a deal  cuz out there is a brave new world stories not yet furled of red deaths and boy meets girl of usual suspects reduced from twelve until there was one left I never new fear an loathing until I visited vegas I belong on the road traveling with the hypno toad on a mission to buy rumble fish from this dude we don’t know cuz it was donnie brasco’s death wish for the trip I could live off of coffee and cigarettes and the occasional smithwicks this could only compliment what makes mice or men just try and avoid deliverance cuz no one should get caught in charlotte’s web but it just happens to seem like I had a requiem dream scened in acres of green that was less neighbor eating zombies and more animal farms than the eye can see with me as the king of farmer john’s queens who all refer to me as Johnny appleseed so I awoke and got on my trusty steed Rocinante and I hit the road jack and never turned back until I left el segundo… were I forgot my wallet