Oh me, oh my, I hate to sound trite, but I guess in the end we all die, so turns out to be true whatever way.
Oh me, oh my, I hate to sound trite, but I could really use a lullaby.
Great Papa, he left. Great Mama, so close. Mama, in the deep end. Sister, she ghost.
What's love got to do with it? It just so happens, in my world it's all. I am conditioned to serve in the name. No matter how hard servants seek servants, the wardens and the masters pick up on the scent, come running over the distant hills to close in on the ****.
I am conditioned to serve in the name. Here they come running to stake their claim.
I’m here No party Who’s ****? I'm not afraid Everything’s primitive New baby’s old Suckling eternity Carrying her mother Teaching his father A universe of historic shame Threatening Their expanse of senseless Intolerance Grasping ignorance by the pores Infant nails dig in and hold Evolutions face of madness Bloodshot Biding a soiled fate Biting for more Sanity That grows until -ism’s explode Tears that crave change Go forward Moon Star Traveler Be you Be here with me Recede against hate Be one with the human race Be one with the universe
Never drop kick an alien, Or they will shoot fudge in your ears, And nut in your eye. Then stick a needle in it, Then stick a probe up your ****** pipes.
Nobody wants those things done to them, so I advise that you don’t ******* the alien that took you from your planet.
Oh **** the E Mother ******* T is at it again, Stealing cows and ****. Running the farmers out of business. What do they need the cows for anyway. Is their planet running out of milk or something? Are their women not producing enough ***** milk for baby alien lips or something? Makes me so mad that I want to drop kick an alien.... But I need to keep it together, Because I know what they will do to me if I do.
I just heard the biggest load of ******* today. It seems every crazy person has something to say.
He was kissing his wife, who suddenly changed form in front of him. She looked like a scaly, green asian grandma with Kardashian lips, a watermelon shaped head and eyes as black as holes. He said he couldn’t remember much after that.
Then the following day he woke up *** ***** in the middle of the scorching Sahara desert; baked like a **** in the oven turned up way too high.
If that ain’t the biggest load of **** being blown out the *** of a bull then I don’t know what is.
He must be crazy. He must have made up a story! It is much to crazy to be real! It sounds like something out of b rated sci-fi movie!
An alien, the strangest thing, with dark grey eyes and bright green skin He is my dearest friend, this alien, this lovey fluorescent guy He lives far away, among the stars, who know him as well as I do He tells me things no one knows, yet I forget them at goodbye I truly hate it when he leaves, because he leaves me high and dry I hope he never leaves for good, for without him I may die
I’d shrivel alone, without the universe in his wide eyes Discontent with my ever so monotonous human days But my alien has not left me yet, he has not let me down At night we dream under his stars, at day bask in the suns rays He navigates me through outer space,an endless starry maze I am lost in his bright blaze
for the midnight reader the bottom feeder alien ******* that harvests anew hybrids born in silent scorn dna run askew replicant son has artificial recall dreams of freefall into abyss kiss me Rachel hold me like you would a lover discover that we are faded copies of a once proud thought a once original dream