All we care to feel, that we can feel is another’s pain in our own pai

we drain others , toss them out, abuse, gossip, believe their lies, we don't want to think, we do not know how to feel, we never have that been that taught, simply taut, never ever real as in relaxed, only taught or shown or pushd yes, to compete, to lick, to destroy, to rob and laugh at and gloat, to watch them try to reach as they cross the moat! the crocs will eat them, we will watch with an intentness that is purely mad, our glad that we get from their destruction , puts on pause our own pain! like a climax to willingly climb, we max max lose our grip our tracks, and consumed whole , for fractions of a split second, die or worse , we live that's all we have, we root for it, we slave others so we do not have to slave, at least at orfor that, brats we are, bitches, too, carved into, branded, molded, used - shoved to that - lowliest of lowest livings that render usinefectual, and in no danger of ever waking up from this trance a promised by them romance that was never EVER meant to be as instead

dead living was always the goal the aim of others for us!

inspired by the dress rehearsal rag in part, in part, by giving you what you want, if I sugar-coat IT it simply does not ring true!

Hurry - you have tomake that bus! you don't know it, but your butts are ours and will always slave and toil to please satisfy glorify US ! Chosen by us, for us, all about us, NEVER about you!