I want my life back.

I'm demanding you go to the ugly store.
Get rid of that face,
that fucking face you hear me?
I see it everywhere now,

On my eyelids,
the tip of my nose,
on my dick.
Just change it alright?

And the body,
oh,what a waste
if not wasted correctly.

You get the manager alright?
Someone with experience to
dispose of that fuckin' thing.

Better yet,call me,
I'll be down there shortly.

I guess this really solves nothing.
You'll just end up a dead fantasy
which is usually always better
because,you can move on after that.

Or at least, I can.

11/13/2007