Not Sleeping to Background Music

Streaming along in a Summer sky, it's such a drag.  I suppose you could be a kite or a towel, you are so crude sometimes, I'm so distasteful too... I suppose they could lay us down and pour the hot tar all over us, I don't care how bad the skin burns as it sears and sticks so, I have a history filled of such inanities such a hunger for martyrdom!  You can spread open like two legs from the eyes to the mouth,  I guess I'd f*ck your face then.  you can't breath now, cause it's too humid I swear I sweat every drop of ever evil thought I've ever had and it comes out of my pores like oil, it's a sad thing though.  I wish you'd kiss me so what?  Should we shudder at such thoughts?  Tied to you like apron strings across your infernal be speckled navel!  Who is your lord today?  That cross on your arm is it suppose to remind us all of this promise you made, between you and I to stay so sly and so radical, it's a sorta love of irony that makes me salivate so heavily.  Symbols bear down so overtly and yes sweet child we can't drift here, this river is too wind tossed to be braved.  She smiles so sweet.  I hate the sands and the sweat, the humid air that hangs around my neck like a noose, oh dear I suppose I could imagine you and I, on my cousin's couch with tongues in between respective cheeks.  We'd watch movies all night that aren't that great so we don't have to focus on a meaning or how we relate, just something to keep me from staring at you something to grab my attention.  It was so cool down there I remember.  I wish we did not all quit life, we became wasted and discarded.  Sincerity sensation.  Whatever.