Nothing Certain

Fucking bent. A crumpled bumper on my brand new vet. As if I had a vet, What the fuck is going up. Never enough nectar left in my cup. Im not going crazy in a world turned sad. That's what I'm told by those that have obviously gone mad. Twisted and stretched like a gumby motherfucker. Pissed off for more reasons than an agent with a blown cover. Days of the same got me reasoning with no body. A scrambled  message on the board that's written all shoddy. Nothing to explain. In my world it rains. 300 days out of the year. Life's a bitch and that's more than clear. 55 days out of the year, life's a prick and never sincere.  The other 10 days out of the year. Are almost perfect can I get a cheer. Add em up and you'll get what I'm saying. I can't believe what it isn't and gave up on praying. Just a bunch of rambling. My mind has the words all running and scrambling. Its simply the Same as before, life is still a cheating whore. just wait til deaths goons kick in your door. Opinions stressed and thoughts expressed.  A bunch of fucked up shit that has to be hot. Fuck em all waste no time. Transition of the times that has gotten thick like slime. Mental mayhem, no room to store more. One after another and a million more doors. Cloud 99 and I'm almost home. Stuck between  the atmosphere and that fucking ozone. Living life's fatal mission. Pull the trigger and don't be missing. That's what is trippy.  Reality and fantasy combine to make things slippery. Oh shit I did it again. Forgot where I started and where now do I begin. My Intel is faulty and I've been mislead. Burning holes in my tires from the lack of good tread. Peace and a mind of peaceful thoughts. No cuffs coming out and no fucking cops. A good day or one on the way. Nothing certain is my motto today.