High Times In Harvey Taylor.
Part III: Slutty Dancing.
I'm
speed-ball
racing
at
85 mph
on a
55 mph road.
Drive to survive.
Getting down,
with the radio,
dancing like a *****,
rocking my ****
hotter than
a
***** stamp.
Putting on a
show,
for all the ghosts passing by.
during my
head rush hour.
Time
predicts
Nothing good
for me except for
the chance to
get into
a head on
crash crush collision.
Sirens, lights, noises & Pigs.
Maybe they'll take me home
for a **** slumber party?
I always try to see the best in people.
If I have no luck looking,
I just pretend I'm blind.

High Times In Harvey Taylor!
Part II: Westways.

Westboro
can get on their
knees
and
**** my
over the rainbow,
spectacular,
sensational,
slender
****.
Cause
I'm fresh out of ***** to give.
I lost
em' all,
when
you left me on the
side of the 59.
Talk ****,
get electricuted.
My friends
fight for me
in
mean, magical,
and
ultra violent
ways.
God doesn't hate gay people,
he hates idiots
who mess up
the message
with
mental, mindless
metaphors.
&
hate made excuses.
Preach it.
Like it.
Infect it.
Spread your legs & open up your <3's.

High Times In Harvey Taylor.

Part I: Weave Check.

Gurl,
you better
check, check,
check yo' weave
and yourself.
Before,
you let
those sticky fingers
of yours
give a
just because you bought me dinner,
*******.
And get stuck
with
the wrong
****.
You know what
I'm preaching?
Amen & Ahhh Harerujah.
After all,
Purgatory is
a place
for people
who commit
acts of pladjurism .
Praise Jesus, amen,
Um,
Whatever
you say Man,
just pass me that joint
and we'll be ight.
Kush,
blueberry
&
purple.
Grand-Daddy will be there too.
I've got a keiffe covered
doctors letter,
swimming
deep inside
the middle
of
my eighter.
Later Skater.

If God,
really wanted
his creations to
be hidden,
in the closet.
He wouldn't have
put a door **** on
the closet door,
in the first place.
Open up your mind and,
construct your
confidence,
turn the
free-life,
door ****.
&
Say a prayer
Then strut the **** out
of the darkness
into
the technicolor love
rainbow.
I may be a
prissy princess
but underneath
all the
gay, goth, glam
are big
******* steel *****.
**** me,
I'm easy.
Just kidding,
I'm infamous.
8==D
god <3's gay people.

religions h8.
not god.
god = love

Counting down
the minutes
until my shoe laces
get tied together,
so I can fall in
love <3.
I'm getting kind
of bitter,
like a lemon drop
without the sugar rim.
Sidewalks and skyscrapers.
One day
I'm going to
find those
bright,
white,
camera flash
lights.
Yeah,
I'll make
it like a
dream.
Over night.

Burning bridges,
so my make shift
bat-wings
can start flying
up and the ****
out of hell.
All the way across
the river
to the better side.
yeah, everyone's go some ****
to say.
Everyone is
full of it too.
You either need
a fistful of laxatives
or a fist in your face.
Talk ****,
get electrocuted.
The Lord,
works in mysterious ways.

I may be from the sticks
but I'm hood
at heart.
Gagayngster style.
Trend setting, tight jeans and hair dye.
Diluted goth style.
D-d-drink punch and die,
for y'alls lovers
or die a used ******
on da side of da road.

Soul Spit.