O tumultuous nature of disillusion,
where is the thirst for life,
for unabashed passion
for delirious contempt of traditionalism
for desirous mid-afternoon cravings
where is it all hiding?
Open up your wings, your legs,
your lips, your thoughts, your very (fucking) soul!
Wake me up from this fatigue.
Wake me up from this catatonic slumber which has persist'd for the better half of the last decade.
Wake me up! For the hours are long and life is short and that very contradiction can only be solved with your cunt against my mouth and my tongue half way to your lungs.
Destroy me with your truth!
Tell me what makes you tick, what turns you on, what pervades in your subconscious. Open yourself up to me!
Drown me in your dreams. Drown me in your illusions. Drown me in what your perfect tomorrow looks like. Drown me with your juice!
For fuck's sake -- look here, kid: the future is already written, let's imagine something different, and fuck it all up.
I can sit here and pretend that it's all okay, but you said "wait!"