A Last Vision Of The Ultimate Cunt

Eyes watching me barking in this jungle…
A pornographic Kodachrome‚, distorted…
I’m wandering solitary, measuring my fate
And lost in the maze of my brain
Within apocalyptic images…
My ecstatic conscious soul is bringing me to my fate…
Solitude as a hooker naked beside me…
I wonder: “what kind of knowledge have the dead?”
(maybe) a last vision of the ultimate cunt…
TIRED…TIRED…TIRED…I’M SO TIRED…
I’M BETTER OFF DEAD…
TIRED…TIRED…TIRED…I’M SO TIRED…
TIRED…TIRED…TIRED…I’M SO TIRED…
TIRED…TIRED…TIRED…I’M SO TIRED…
TIRED…TIRED…TIRED…I’M SO TIRED…
I COULD DIE…
DIE…DIE…DIE…DIE…DIE…DIE…DIE…