*i'll give you a defiled rabbit's head and a mummified ******** and ten quid if you can find humour in horror movies. ah never mind... poetry versus fiction? well philosophy was attacked by music... poetry said to the bulging paragraphs: i’ll be the one to deconstruct and fake the masculine ****** known as cliché.*
it’s almost like people want to teach me a lesson,
a lesson in familiar reality,
enjoying the television and the family,
it’s like they’re trying to teach me something...
i don’t know what, exactly...
but they’re trying... using this game that’s expressed
in really **** graphics...
i think there’re trying to teach me something...
i think it’s something to do with taxes,
and delivering divorce rates from the statistician’s rubric...
but i’m hopeful, i think it’s something else...
when people tend to teach one individual
they get a gnome... and a lost eden;
in the end they only want one lesson to be learned:
‘join us! join us! you’re one of us!’
‘me tarzan... you oh no!’
what’s the equivalent of ruining mathematics with money
given words? ah **** i’m blind! i’m blind!
i cannot touch what i cannot throw!
so the sequence ran: 1 £ 2 £ 3 £
and seqeunce ran: a hmm b hmm c humming d hunchback e helter skelter...
f... sardine fudged packing of doughnuts... well you get
infinity / jesus at the end of it...
down girl down... balloons don’t get blown up with prickly helium dialogues
all on ‘em own.
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 9:53 PM UTC
*i'll give you a defiled rabbit's head and a mummified ******** and ten quid if you can find humour in horror movies. ah never mind... poetry versus fiction? well philosophy was attacked by music... poetry said to the bulging paragraphs: i’ll be the one to deconstruct and fake the masculine ****** known as cliché.*
it’s almost like people want to teach me a lesson,
a lesson in familiar reality,
enjoying the television and the family,
it’s like they’re trying to teach me something...
i don’t know what, exactly...
but they’re trying... using this game that’s expressed
in really **** graphics...
i think there’re trying to teach me something...
i think it’s something to do with taxes,
and delivering divorce rates from the statistician’s rubric...
but i’m hopeful, i think it’s something else...
when people tend to teach one individual
they get a gnome... and a lost eden;
in the end they only want one lesson to be learned:
‘join us! join us! you’re one of us!’
‘me tarzan... you oh no!’
what’s the equivalent of ruining mathematics with money
given words? ah **** i’m blind! i’m blind!
i cannot touch what i cannot throw!
so the sequence ran: 1 £ 2 £ 3 £
and seqeunce ran: a hmm b hmm c humming d hunchback e helter skelter...
f... sardine fudged packing of doughnuts... well you get
infinity / jesus at the end of it...
down girl down... balloons don’t get blown up with prickly helium dialogues
all on ‘em own.