Aug 2016
i just don't know what to do with the compatible excess,
well, i know what to do with the evolutionary urge to keep up appearances, a semi-detached, the 3.2 children,
just make a sit-com, fill it with canned laughter and wait for
some idiot to get it laughing without synchronised swimming
gagging for air... that'll work... ministry of funny walk? n'ah,
too much Ox cubes in Welsh:
buwch'bwytasem'asyn'tafod -
cow ate *** tongue
i swear that's how it sounded while i
made my index and finger poignant to remember...
guess, they did... but given that only 25% of Velsch sprech es,
wer merken? Edvardus Hirgaran?
well... it was misspelled hallucinogenic carrots by some
voodoo Vishnu in Essex, a
man of many municipalities - those including
Burma and Bahrain... also to boot, somehow,
in the federal funeral filing: Itchy Patchy Chelsea,
when riches never gets you a mention
in the line of Vatican Ivory stipends to
**** a didgeridoo, you know that an angelic choir
is about to kumbaya you to sleep
third day rising with the words: hatch-patch-barns-on-fire,
someone left a stove alight in 16 66 somewhere
where land was loaned, but not lived on.
funny learning Velsch... it's like the Latin Vulgate,
you just want to swear in it, but end up citing poo,
like you want to rhyme English but only get
Anglo-American relations strains if yeah
isn't rhymed with hell yeah...
and the 9th precinct of never, ever yeah,
wasn't an encryption of the 33rd king of Judea
exiled in Ethiopia, with market claims over the entire
timber economy from Congo... because you know how
those Africans are so ******* poor they need white people
to write propaganda to the African Americans to feel
helpless so that Bob Geldof can write some other schmuck hit
where the Mondays left the rats nibbling at each other,
so i get to be J. F. K... and Saint Sinatra...
and St. Peter gets to chime the lunch bell,
with right-handed hook leaves the Amish to rebel in
that movie about ****** adverts as the rite of redemption.
well, you know, patchy Adams thought he had the turf of
publishing covered, he thought he was paid the ransom,
to protect the interests of the covenant peoples of the american
cancan dancing monkeys numbed on alcohol...
as i thought i was educated for a higher purposes...
education breeds only one higher purposes... disappointment...
look at the ******* agricultural economy...
the automobile industry... we're being educated to only
be disappointed... thank **** so many men decided to
wrestle with the hammer like they'd explore macho masculinity
with their ******* shadow partner over an
insurance liability that a woman came to represent.
well, i know what to do with the evolutionary urge to keep up appearances, a semi-detached, the 3.2 children,
just make a sit-com, fill it with canned laughter and wait for
some idiot to get it laughing without synchronised swimming
gagging for air... that'll work... ministry of funny walk? n'ah,
too much Ox cubes in Welsh:
buwch'bwytasem'asyn'tafod -
cow ate *** tongue
i swear that's how it sounded while i
made my index and finger poignant to remember...
guess, they did... but given that only 25% of Velsch sprech es,
wer merken? Edvardus Hirgaran?
well... it was misspelled hallucinogenic carrots by some
voodoo Vishnu in Essex, a
man of many municipalities - those including
Burma and Bahrain... also to boot, somehow,
in the federal funeral filing: Itchy Patchy Chelsea,
when riches never gets you a mention
in the line of Vatican Ivory stipends to
**** a didgeridoo, you know that an angelic choir
is about to kumbaya you to sleep
third day rising with the words: hatch-patch-barns-on-fire,
someone left a stove alight in 16 66 somewhere
where land was loaned, but not lived on.
funny learning Velsch... it's like the Latin Vulgate,
you just want to swear in it, but end up citing poo,
like you want to rhyme English but only get
Anglo-American relations strains if yeah
isn't rhymed with hell yeah...
and the 9th precinct of never, ever yeah,
wasn't an encryption of the 33rd king of Judea
exiled in Ethiopia, with market claims over the entire
timber economy from Congo... because you know how
those Africans are so ******* poor they need white people
to write propaganda to the African Americans to feel
helpless so that Bob Geldof can write some other schmuck hit
where the Mondays left the rats nibbling at each other,
so i get to be J. F. K... and Saint Sinatra...
and St. Peter gets to chime the lunch bell,
with right-handed hook leaves the Amish to rebel in
that movie about ****** adverts as the rite of redemption.
well, you know, patchy Adams thought he had the turf of
publishing covered, he thought he was paid the ransom,
to protect the interests of the covenant peoples of the american
cancan dancing monkeys numbed on alcohol...
as i thought i was educated for a higher purposes...
education breeds only one higher purposes... disappointment...
look at the ******* agricultural economy...
the automobile industry... we're being educated to only
be disappointed... thank **** so many men decided to
wrestle with the hammer like they'd explore macho masculinity
with their ******* shadow partner over an
insurance liability that a woman came to represent.
