TONEY SEZ: Harm Reduction Reduces Arm Reduction

the rules are different during quartime. co-habititing, co-dependantcy, and co-vidninetine all co-laborated to co-nvince everyone i was an asshole and was no longer co-ool and that i was co-anceled. I realized all the strangers who had all been avoiding me or standing like six feet away from me or asking me to stop smugly wearing my mask like a Abe Lincoln Beard were actually, in fact, gangstalking me. Stupidly of them, they were all being all way too obvious about doing it. You Know what though? These dildoes picked the wrong mother fucker with whome to try to fuck. This is because I truley do not give one half of a shit about what people think, thought, or thunk of me, on account of I am 110% actualized and am in fact a King and a Rinpoche and also I have several stars named after me too. An entire city of people working in perfect tandem to make me think I am crazy? You gotta be kidding me and also gotta be crazy to try to pull off a dumnass stunt like that. You wanna make me think I am crazy? Bubba, I KNOW I'm crazy. Fuggin my mom was partying so nuts on account of taking advantage of those big prangent boobs that when I was finally born i was super addicted to Cherm (thats chewing tobacco dipped in formaldehyde). Thats right, your favorite pro writer TONEY OWEN was a Level 6 tripping, total ego death and dismembering, new-plateau creating, temporal annihilating, wheelin, dealin, son of a gun... when I was a LITTLE ASS BABY ASS FETUS IN STRAIGHT UP UTER-FUGGEN-O. You think your little pranks is gonna all gonna make me feel all gangstalked and paranoid? Yall truely belief that the old "crossing the street when you see me walking straight at you really fast and making intense eye contact" is gonna make me lose my gourd? Remember the 80s when that dude took a Pizza Hut hostage because their mascot THE NOID was talking to him through the TV, telling him personally to get fucked in commercials? Guess who did punchup on three of those commercials. Fuck you, I wrote for the NOID. Heres a subliminal message for all you all tryhard wannabe Gen Y ass targeted harassing sweaty tit gangstalk loosers who think you can get in my head: get bent. Gang stalk more like cornstalk on account of how corny your ass looks right now *(and I'm NOT talking about undigested cornels in poop on their or hanging out of theyre bung holes!) (I'm talking abvout their actions appearing to me as trite, banal, or mawkishly sentimental) their asses love me so much they gang stalk me for a hug.
so anyways, some kid (i assume a gangstalker) was practicing sax outside and he SUCKED so I did a poem about it.