Old dinosaur bones.
Hlf bottle of rum, please,.
Chummy bottle of stew>
Action!
(*The person reading flinches and pursues*)
Strung out from a night of lolly gagging
Shrugging at the pastor
No
Held up in a saloon by a large breasted whore by the name of lupus
Which is nothing to joke about
Babbles on for years on a death bed
Twisting my pubic hairs and calling me truth
By the loose look in my eye I could relive that moment where I
Ended.
Again, it was nothing short of a mircale, that within ear shot,
God could hear me
He said nothing of any writing, or homework due at the end of the semester
And thank god, I mean western civilization is soooooo boring.
Buzz saw jaws.
My tongue just scored,
It tastes like tuna and was asked to cuddle afterwards.
What a horrid day
I want to see/slash/smoke the northern lights
But all I’ve found was cold and lonely nights
As bright as they are dark,
In other words a farce!
Silver surfer was my favorite comic hero.
He destroyed worlds until he reached earth
Much in the same way I plan to do
But I play the tape of my doom
So the hippos in the forest will swoon
.
I use the skull as some sort of toilet.
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