once I killed a man.
It was, like, yucky, I've got your insides on my pants
and his insides answered me, hey, Andy, you have no problems, look at us,
look at us, we were insides and now we're outsiders
we don't know how to live with it, besides, our home is dead.
I told 'em - shut the fuck up, sappy little insides.
practically all people are just the same as you are,
and Jesus told us to shut up and go.
so - shut up and go.
and then they went silent. and went away.
and I was, like, wtf, walking intestine?
i must be nuts.
but i'm not nuts. i'm kinda berries.