My thoughts are escaping from its mental institution = => called the brain

sometimes i itch my skin until it bleeds (because beauty is only skin deep)i watch closely as the brutal meatloaf takes on the morbid slice of tender turkey . . . .gooey laughter fills the airi cry so hard it turns black and the oxygen is killedand his sly smile reminds me of the strings of greenbeans stuck inbetween a pair of buck teethoh how irritating and fun it tickles my mind