Scattered Everywhere
A comprehenisive definition of my mind.

We better rebuild and put the motherfucking Pope in prison, for practising remote control socialism.

I don't like lots of things.
Capitalism really gets to me. A social system evolved on the base instinct of greed?
Is that really what it should all be about.
I think not.
This may make me a revolutionary.
In the eyes of the American government I'm probbaly guilty of conspiricy and treason.

I'll get my poetic justice when the cats who run the game are leaving on a set of crutches.


Addled Epiphanies - Poetry
Ulterior Perception - Photography