feedback

so once again

we return to this place

called home,

where hidden eyes

silently watch,

passing judgment

without ever saying

a word;

I want to go to Montana,

far out

on the open range,

walk off

into the rolling hills

never to return;

never looking

back;

never saying

goodbye;

I want to feed

this flesh

to ravenous wolves

of the night,

waiting for the hunt

to begin;

I want to silence

the critics

of every word

and thought,

looking for

perfection

amongst chaos,

beauty

within disaster;

life

from death;

hypocrites,

deciding what is right

and what is wrong,

while never once

descending into

the darkness

from which this

whisper comes;

there is no right,

there is no wrong;

you see,

you touch,

you taste,

you are

exactly

what you are;

what it is,

is what it is;

nothing more,

nothing less;

and that is

all there is;

or let me

put it another way;

shut the fuck up,

you mother fucking,

cock sucking,

shit for brains,

ass wipe,

pea brained,

cum sucking

whores;

before I

kick the living

shit out

of you;

and your mother

too.

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