panic at the relaxing

drop of calm is kicking my brain in the nutz.
i have anxiety i cant do it right.
im just waiting to mess something huge up.


slow down...
what is the point of this place?
to relax.
so relax the fuck up already.


its ok.
i can screw it up,
and the inspectors will tell me,
and they will tell me how to fix it.

guache...
air in,
air out,

time speeds by in the
form of a neon snake.
Massive delusions?
Very probably.
I fear for my safety.
He is as weak as his fellow man.
I am now surrounded by hypocrites, liars, drunks,
clowns, fools, sycophants and the desperate.
I insist we barter with the moon to sell the patient's cohesive lyrical maps
in exchange for a vision of the future.
Stricken with grief, I have no choice but to turn to lethal toxins
Hardcore Punk Paste.