throw water on it

i'm hiding from this town in this town and everybody keeps saying your name these walls are closing every time they talk

get wise, listen to your friends

"i think

maybe

good people have nothing to do with anything"

pKa -10

when i was twelve years old i had these warts on the bottom of my foot. i tried duct tape, homeopathic remedies, the works, and they wouldn't go away. i let a doctor try to freeze them off with liquid nitrogen but a year of cryotherapy didn't get rid of them. finally, they were so fucking obnoxious that i let this doctor cut them off with a scalpel after sticking 10 needles into the bottom of my foot. after 2 weeks of not being able to walk or sleep because of the nerve damage done, the doctor lamented to tell me the warts were coming back. FUCK!!! so i said, fuck this doctor, he's no good, i'm going to try something else. i went to another doctor that a friend recommended, and he tried to burn the warts off with some extremely concentrated acid. one day the doctor used too much acid and it dripped down the side of my foot all the way to the front leaving a 2nd degree burn and an 8 inch scar on my right tootsy. so i said FUCK THIS, fuck these doctors, i have to get rid of this shit myself and i went to the pharmacy, bought the strongest o.t.c. acid i could find, and nuked the shit out of the devils on the bottom of my foot everyday for almost two months. i couldn't walk sometimes, i couldn't sleep sometimes, bits of previously applied acid would frequently meet with a nerve ending sending excruciating pain up my leg and straight to my brain, and i didn't care how bad it hurt as long as those fucking warts wouldn't come back. my mom always felt bad for me because i was limping, but i told her it was no big deal, that i was temporarily engaged in chemical warfare with a nasty virus but i was positive i would win. well, now its been over 10 years, i still have the scars on the top and bottom of my foot to show for my victory and suddenly i realize that certain people in my life have become like these warts and other nastier people are the acid, and if it wasn't for their repetitive causticity i might still be screwing the warts.

dope

Jim Morrison was born in Melbourne, Florida.

noise

how does a mother feel when the world is cruel to her son?

dear john

your message made my day. also, i am looking for freedom, ethics, and the little prince, do they have those out west? i'd like to stay out there with you.

slander

you shout about morals but where are your ethics man?