Oooh you're a naughty mess

so corks by six yester., electric blue billowing from lung via gobb to hang potently in the air, as is it's want/ how physics says yes even when we say no/ and when will it be bought to justice?/ shit why don't you ask your fake god, man, or better yet s-lave for the man, man, drive around in your metal coffin, man, not even knowing you're alive man!/ if i ever genuinely think thus i've an arrangement with the alba for an assisted passing/ would not thou?/ any-path...