Oh boy it's Wendesday again and I feel like the world's best friend you know everything is gonna be OK helped an old lady across the street wiped the bullsh** of her feet even tipped my hat to a cop then I went back home and shut the door pulled down the shades and slowly went out of my mind I hate this world and what it's done to me and I won't rest or be set free 'till I destroy everything about it that pisses me off out on the streets again you know it's feeling pretty good because I can stand hypocrasy the least in me it brings out a beast and beasts are never doing what the should you can't fight a war and believe in the bible if you do you're a sanctimonious hypocrite there's a little black door we go inside but this world tells us that's just a lie sometimes it makes me want to scream makes me want to shout makes me want to rip rip the heart out of society hold it up for all to see and say this this is all you'll ever have tommorow and tommorow until today till today turns to yesterday it's a pyramid of lies and sick charade mothers cheer their dead sons in a happy parade sometimes it just blows me away I wish for tens of thousands of uncencumbered miles but I'll turn and I'll fight and think about what happens next when the antihuman machine it turns on you. APT.3-G address: APT.3-G 3574 S. E. SHERMAN PORTLAND, OR 97214 USA