Breece D.J. Pancake
I've had enough of the demographics;
and the statistics of normal life;
the names of 2 brothers;
and the town you're from;
how many inches I've grown;
or how many you thought I did;
I'd rather be buzzed in the darkness;
of the thick northern woods;
mosquitos swarming buzzing in;
like the sound of leaking oxygen;
from the cap of the orange juice;
squealing endlessly letting out air;
through the nearly impossible hole;
I'd rather not see 2 inches ahead;
just hear our voices in the black;
talking about everything useless;
in the quiet night without demographics;
andru235 grim phase, doc:

champ is gored!
what's it to you?
who go