Thats what\'s up, yo; do yuh dig me brother?—am a creative at heart - this illness has thrown me shackless and ripped off the outskirts of my brain. I feel the bleeding, yo - when will the tarring stop. I feel the threds unnecting, the dynsrtits seperating... I feel the loss of cognition, yo - WHEN WILL IT STOP. man I want to be Bill Cypher, s triangle that heels—or mabye The Doctor, a genuise romantic, WHO\'S BRAIN CAN HEAL! WHY MUST I BE THIS WAY - WHY ME -- WHY ME. WHY CAN\'T I BE A HEALTHY CREATIVE, ONE WHO\'S BRAIN DOSN\'T DEGRATE; I EAT THE FISH, I EAT THE VIT. E, BUT THIS FEELING I STILL HAVE, THE UNNECTING DEGREE.