Casa Robino

and even these don't take form.I am naked toes treading upon the arizona desert and movement and tasteless food, exhaust fumes that pour into your face from busy roads, deer squashed on the side of the road, buckets full of rain and leaves.I am anything but human, a la moment.But there are glimpses.we'll soon be laughing about these times..but how soon is soon? this fucking confusion midtwenties bullshit! where is my war now? no big city to snarl at so I snarl at myself! full circle just to fuck yourself a little more. falling right into their eager hands. they want you miserable. examine the state of your enthusiasm. tick tick. watching your every move, sucka.dead time clings to you.AGAIN - NO MORE GODS, NO MORE GODS, tearing down yer heart while yer at it. clever, clever mister, spare a dime for an ol' boy? I ain't got nothing..but sir, you got more than me, I have eaten away at mee insides so they let everything in..all the pain and misery of the world enters me, there's no room for joy! ah you exaggerate, it is only temporary and we are very very strong. now stop to ask and demand things from people, everything you need is right inside swishing around in yer guts. Suck deep now...that's it, see them rise with you? you choose to be destroyed.Home, home, home with the dead. Ah, everytime I return I become destroyed, as if I welcome it all in..