Second Try (Chemically-Altered Manifesto)

I guess I'll end it with God then, and I don't mean that colloquially. "Did you have to go to professional school to learn to talk that way?" Wheel/deal, away; with words. Of all the things I could've done and I'm just a sheep wearing sherpa and the only mountains I ascend are in my head, not including the habitual haptic happenstance that could make a mannequin melt. Yeah, that was about sex and yeah, he likes the mountain lion screams and the cadenced pants and the fuck-to-able backbeats of a drum machine and yeah, I like that he likes that.

Spellchecker was not 100% in love with "haptic".


God.