i'm almost glad that casuality
has been replaced by
                         casualness...
       ******* well attired?
  better dress that mouth in
an iron grip...
                          grit the matter,
as long as ***** throws
d'em ******* wanna'bees...
      hell's fine me all
                       turning into
journo-trash...
                             safer to mind:
                                          tabloid.
came a carpenter and said:
this table looks crooked...
                     mind you the carpenter
didn't get "anywhere" in life...
i once met a homelessman
and you know what he said to me:
my mother told me to never lie...
i'm on the same ******* path...
   that's why i sat with him
   and exchanged a cigarette with him...
the supposed deplored
are the one who also said:
                  well, i can't exactly lie
to get a Giggs attire...
                  i love that Barbara
girl who said:
          laws are for leprechauns,
aren't they?
                           when the spice girls
come back together,
  i wonder which one will claim
to be the sinéad o'connor;
any one of them, minus the ginger *****...
i'm ha ha ready
                for a party...
it's not even out of jealous
neglect...
                 we're about to be
taught one simple lesson:
                          we are prone to break;
the "perfect" grey ones,
                              never do;
i'm actually in love with
             what actual cohesiveness actually
means...
    me, being the cheap'oh,
         trying to bypass North Korean
propaganda as a: loon-bin
stipend of making it as a tourist;
all because of a ******* harem...
    big deal... slam dunking
       with Rodger... rodger...
             ****** inked with an
aztec laughing death mask!
  you know 'im...
                  sure as **** Kim
Yoong Karate Chop knows him...
      the one who bleached huis afro...
called it curly-vanilla...
           or was that fried-vanilla?
           dunked a sputnik and said:
me, on a moon.
            rednick! you sure?
regrave!
        n'ah, can't be right...
           noah loan-v!
                               huh?
           neo-punk?
                     joakim noah simply
implies: and if jeremiah had
                  a stomach: i'd call it a whale...
23, 23, 23... manchester 7....
         google search:
chicago shaman in north korea...
prior to the algorithm result...
     dennis, *******, rodman!  
boom!
  face recognition...
a bit like me watching homeland
season 7...
   spotting
a cheap'oh alex jones version
of: where was that guy from?
who?
      jake weber!
   oh... meet joe black...
        **** knows why i was
once compared to brad pitt...
or rather: achilles...
  it seems the lasting hairline
can be really annoying...
             well... someone managed
to turn easter into
a piñata bashing christmas
party.