I wish I could inspire emotional vomit and not just to you but any guy that has ever loved me because their eyes threw up on me and all I wanted was their blood.  But I stood there hopelessly like so many bums in the in night and cried that no one ever loved me and the gods laughed because they knew the truth but their recliners on Venus were much too easy so I stood there with no love in hands my hands and no flowers in my heart.  As the lights failed so did I and where did I stop to but the the lows that I thought I must go to becase the gods were so secretive and then I realized I lived a lie that I wish I lived because it made those who were jealous and I wanted them more jealous because I am such a nascent to the sights of the cookie warmth and faragant smelling life that is the abuse that has been engulfed and reproduced and packaged by those among who livealong the lite streets that make the dawn cry with the early jewels of the misty morning sunrise.  fuck them and their mimosas.