fuck yo couch!

Ah the sweet madness...let it funnel down the throat like a box of jello.

The next bit of tune you hear
is nothing but another
memory
of what you thought you could want to be.

let it be,
but you can't, won't, shan't, rant and rave about your waistline and stature in society...

madness.

Foul and fickle is all you are.