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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