Oooh you're a naughty mess

possessing encore pissed, ekooting the smiths, i know its over (the knife wants to slit me, can you help me - what clever ambiguity!)/ oh fuck, i don't know, what's the point?/ and these are not the ramblings of an alcoholic depressive/ please, tell me, what is the point?/ none of us are gods, none of us is more than a flawed, appalling specimen/ some, through a coalescence of circumstances, do something worthwhile, for example trying to cure aids, cancer, mental illness and-set-er-ah/ otherwise you should fuck off cause you're actions are worth NOTHING...just machinations in a never ending cycle of feeding and satisfying the body till it deteriorates and rots and is absorbed back into the dirt/ then a countless number of other fuckers will bide their time till the big kip, rot and so on/ enjoy, fellow beings...by the way, there is an obvious flaw in my argument/ GBP 0.01 to whomever picks up on it...