To Rob and be Robbed...

Don't tell me you never took anything that was not yours... if so you would be a Virgin fit for crucifixion... those who once robbed ironically get robbed of a full heart without regrets, to a paranoid pig with a closet full of guilts, not invested in GOLD but piles and foundations drilled in "worry and depression"

Your dream house is a crypt when you are finally robbed of life, this wonderful cascade of sensuality as you sift through the debris after the Bomb has dropped... will ultimately take you "whole"...

in a box on the way to the fires that will kill all the bugs and cancers within you, thoughtful disposal of unwanted rotting meat, and dead heroes who burn with you... 

you get what JFK got, a moment of organized respect followed by an endless infinity of regret, Your Daddy stole your Mommas trust with lust and bad intentions, maybe that's why you were born corrupt, awaiting the corruption of sin and age to kill you off...

some people are so much better off Dead... think of the Tax savings and legal bills to stay here... your better off dead in the final analysis... don't resist it run to it... death is the best place to hide from everything... every convict knows that: