Analytically, I assault- animate things

The nature of my condition in relation to DXM-

I was a wee lad of naught 15 years of age when I first imbibed what would become my soul’s sole companion on this gnarly voyage through the cosmic wasteland known as reality.

I entreat yee, an interesting supposition- no, I remiss… it is already too late.  I tried again and again to regain the thread of thought that lead to what seemed insurmountable brilliance on my part, only to find that the way was closed… almost as if, it had never opened…

For some reason, a Russian dialect has overtaken the general compass of my mind.  It is now the navigating, aye, directing voice, and honestly, it sounds pretty good- da?

So, pre-existing neurological astrays aside, I may be the most illiterate of all autistic children in the United States.  That said, here we go.

Keep in mind that these recollections and such are coming from me as I am now- a 1000+mg/day tripper for the past seven or so years, at least.  And that’s an understatement… if you calculated the net losses of all the stores and towns I’ve robbed clean of DXM (in its proprietary form), you would have one helluva tab, man.  That’s why kharma has been sucking so friggin bad for me… that’s why I literally just feel like I’m ready to face the music….

Though, honestly, I wish I could just better myself and pay off those kharmic debts, myself, when I am financially sound.  Or at least, making enough money that such would be akin to a billionaire paying his taxes, etc.

Music nowadays shouldn’t be so crappy that you should be rewarded for coming up with something that can be nodded off as ‘acceptable’ or ‘legit’ given the right amount of presentation or bravado, or combination of both.  These niggas out here nowadays think that as long as they can hold they front, they can bang that billion-buck cunt.  But those mother fuckers are just doin what they can get away with- and even if ‘they hard’ when it boils down to it, point is the mother fuckers just some useless lumps of flesh that wanna get lazy, so they act a bit craaaaaazy, ya know what I’m sayin- we, don’t have to take shit from this rich bitches… anyone pumpin that shit only sayin they following in they grit, can’t light they own light they blind like a candleless jack- jumpin over bullshit, yeah, them niggas be WHACK

Yeah all of us capable of all the voices of this planet.  But we each our own, right now, and we resound with a poundin sound that don’t let no mother fucker down~