Misery Loves

It's to fall in love with pain. It's an excuse to write about pain, to masturbate in your own shit. I have the awareness that I am writing about my pain, as I snear and crank out haymakers with a baby's skill. Fuck those Ginsbergs, those one note beats snapping like pushed farts. I see those best minds, starving hysterical naked to quote their leader. One howl is enough. I heard you the first time. There is something beyond it, but you settled. Yes, there is a something I can smell it. Help me, join me, or get out of my way. You've failed enough people. Second rate Pinheads in cheap leather.