doomed

Holy godforsaken cat pussy we need to get out of here gawdammit. The beasts, the sauvages roam the streets looking for fresh meat every five minutes. I've completely gone egads man. Shit is literally being thrown at us from the balconies oh high and my footing is directing itself. The poor bastard beside me is crawling on the ground, twisting and curving, slithering like some amphibian beast. Get up you poor fool, I say. He only hisses and tries to grab my denim jacket, fucking who wears denim anymore. I guess me, this poor hypocritical pestilence. Run god, let me run and I swear I'll stop fucking. I'll just stop fucking. No more fucking, just get me out of here alive. Celibacy is the only worthwhile thing I can give you and it makes me fear. But shit and giant amphibians make me fear and sorrow. I'm hung like Pinocchio after his polygraph session with the woodpecker. How long? I dare count. Madness tonight, and in the day you will stare. Utter voluptuous manic madness. I find shelter, but it's not safe. The walls are caving in. I'm doomed. Doomed I say. Did you hear me!?