Songs about cops in roundabouts and doing
the same because we eat at the same places and
it is a little bit hilarious when we have run ins
on easy terms. Just fish in a pond.
Needs are forming again. Jealous of your friends
to this day. I want our weekends to meet up
and then? We all get bloused? Crook nosed
induced piss contested lip falled hullabalooooooo.
No. Yes green eyed quiet pet over sead
airplane blued sky highed and
grounded. What would you like with that burger?
Okay, boss. Am I really crying
because I know I disappointed you sweetheart?
I tried. I effing put in the time.
I had this song wound up
about iron and rust and
the entire periodic table played in
to the point of a cloud of hydrogen glory
ruski style, but it came off flat
like bad soda
or maybe good koolaid.
Dollar store frisbee
two for four dollars.
I saw a sun hat that would look really good on me.
I saw a novelty flying disk, is frisbee patented?
My knuckles hurt and I want to turn the clock
to 1980 something. To undo. If you
punch out the tag of a vhs
it becomes recordable
if you happen to have a vhs player.
I almost peed my pants
when I pierced
my own nips.
What I get at is. A whole lot of psssssssh.
Don't be. I'm a whole lot of I don't know
but what we are is a whole hell.
Chip chapping about toothpicks.
Eat a grit. A little bit.
Toothpick chewing until we can
20 cc's, by the light
cylinder plastic grow. Pe pe pe pe fwoooosh.
The world goes ash gray bullet time snow.
