So all you do is you look at your thought
And you tell it to fuck off
But before you do that
You pretend you’re your own therapist and psycho analyse it until it cries
Take every thought
And kick it through the proverbial window and out into the front yard
Not the backyard that’s how spirits get in
Don’t even let it in the vacinity
Get electric grass
Invent electric grass and then get it
So when your thought lands in the yard it dies from electrocution
It’s smart grass it only electrocutes thoughts
Thoughts are like dick picks
You aren’t paying attention and then
Woah there’s a huge one what the fuck is that thing doing there
Am I suggesting we throw dick picks onto electric grass?
Why, sure, this is imaginary land because we’re talking about brains so why the fuck not?
Just look at your thought dead in the eye
Learn it like you learn a person from their face
Ask where it came from and then throat punch directly in its face
That’s right, its face
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