Bachus9 Aug 2002

Welcome to life. Child. Don't push. Pull. Pull me out. I have drugs and park benches gallore. In fact mother says I can have a slumber party this weekend! Do you have friends. I don't, so bring some, and I will provide you with your weakness. Living life! You can't say no to anything that destroys you. You don't love yourself, but I love you! Yes I love the weak. Yes, I love you! More than you'll ever know. We love you. Your poem lingers like my stink finger. Salutations. Meander on.