**disturbing thoughts 3 | rob plath sometimes i want to put my tongue in a cigar cutter & clip it right off, muting my mad mouthings sometimes i want to ingest human flesh just so i can have the sensation of shitting out a homo sapien sometimes i want to walk in front of a moving hearse & splatter the grill & windshield of the shiny limousine w/ my unembalmed body sometimes i want to burn all my old tax returns & w2 forms, & social security card & take the charred remains & smear all the clocks' faces black & not get out of bed for a year sometimes i want to squeeze a fat zit onto a crucifix & give jesus a blood & pus money shot sometimes i want to let the cat out when there is a yard full of birds just to see the gears switch & its buddha nature suddenly turn to that of hunter sometimes i want to bite my nails until they're jagged & run them along my gums till my teeth turn red w/ blood & then go out & smile at strangers sometimes i want to bash myself in the skull w/my heavy stone buddha, knocking myself unconscious only way i know how to achieve nirvana **first appeared in "Outsider Writers"