Death manifesto

voice recognition train wreck on my final day. give death as sweet smoke bring it along the way. save that for a second its a loan. it's wondering about its own yard dying and its own home.

it's the 3rd of July and I'm going to hide Hyatt and that's the way. 3rd of July and I'm going to die smoking a joint before I go. it's my testimony of that stuff. this voice recognition sucks it's not getting half of what I say correctly. but this is the record my manifesto of the day I think I'm going to die and drink more with you now. drink more whiskey now. even though I'm spending spending all around and feeling kind of talk sick like I've been too much booze. ,I think I'm going to die and there's nobody within 500 miles that gives a fuck.

my crazy phone just made this weird sound like a tomb of planning. sure is nice and smoke a joint when you're dying.the tyranny of voice recognition messing up on stirring the things I say. death to the great alarm. death to the great alarm. death to the great alarm. Long live the spider God. ispending gets a little more. sitting on a outdoor swing chair and drunk. 3rd of July 2015.a warm day but not too hot.I think I'm going to throw up. Been puking bile lately cuz I like swimming is empty. nothing butblood sugar totally out of control. infection themes the high blood all sticky and thick with sugar. the sugar is transforming into a formaldehyde like toxin. sweet candy cinnamon whiskey. early morning trying to vomit body trying to puke out an infection that is in the jar tooth and ear. violent dry heaving for hours dehydration continuous pain inability to do fucking muchapparently I've used up all my bile to. fireworks popping and flaring all around 3rd of July in the redneck town. cocksuckers these patriots who hate about 40 percent of the American people. these Patriots with their guns in their Bibles and their whiskey. These patriots who hate black people hate Muslims hate faggots hate everyone. That's my neighborhood it's no good. These are the true Americans they suspense with hate and rage. blaming the unfortunate the less fortunate for all there was.smoke supplies getting low whiskey running out and the pain still shouts. we weren't really designed to live as long as I've been here anyway. modern macaroni medicine terrible and horrible medicine side effects and big bills that's the world is the world is the world world world. the fucking world all provided by the fuck the Prophet tears I've got Moors. all polluted and diluted look misinformation that's stupid fucking piece of shit nation. with little strands of sticky hope little bands that smoke the dope. little pockets of freedom in a land where freedom means I get to tell you what you do. Christian voodoo evil mood dude. Pollution druid Hunter who wants to explain it all. kind of nothing. Mt Lofty speeches from those who impeach of. empty little tail from some fucker who lies as well. Where did the snakes go hadn't seen the fucking frogs lately on a farm fucking world is drying up and Diana climate is withering. Maybe this is a good time to go for it gets any more low. And everyone's Shiloh. No one knows where to go. All lost and fucked up you know. Build for that nothing you know. and if I die what the legacy of scribed. Should lay down should dream more when I sleep there's no pain when I dream it's alright. The only truly time I'm not aware of a lot of pain as well as sleepy enough.