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Sweet dreams are made of cheese Sweet dreams are made of cheese; Who am I to offer you brie? I’ve travelled the world on a sea of fleas; Everybody is looking for Sunday. Some of them want to feed you! Some of them want to get fed by you. Some of them want to amuse you. Some of them want to be amused. (Long instrumental…) Sweet dreams are made of cheese; Who am I to offer you brie? I’ve travelled the world on a sea of fleas; Everybody is looking for Sunday. Some of them want to feed you! Some of them want to get fed by you. Some of them want to amuse you! Some of them want to be amused!!! I wanna kangaroo, to amuse you. I wanna know what’s inside that stew. Moving home; I keep moving home. Moving home; I’m moving hooommme. Moving home; I’m moving home. Moving hooooommmme!!! (Long instrumental…) Sweet dreams are made of cheese; Who am I to offer you brie? I’ve travelled the world on a sea of fleas; Everybody is looking for Sunday. Some of them want to feed you! Some of them want to get fed by you! Some of them want to amuse you, Some of them want to be am-----used----!!! I’m gonna peekaboo and amuse you. I’m gonna know what’s inside!! Gonna peekaboo and amuse you. I’m gonna know what’s inside, Stew… (C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 5:57 PM UTC
Sweet dreams are made of cheese
4/20 99 indescri- bible, colum- bine. This launched, a devious plan- something the whole world needs to understand: Society makes its mark, their wish came true. &elieve; me when i say they thought nothing of me or you. they only drew you near. You be- lieved, to them, you we- re dear. But then one day, you realized, you were no longer their peer. Leaving their reputation: smeared. You told them your worries you said them LOUD and clear, they didn’t give a **** instead they riddled you with fear. they really shouldn't care. but you had to leave your mark, when living in their massed produced ware forced you to spend your days in the dark. it is true within everything they do. they do not really care. society serves to exploit me while exploiting you, too. ------------------------------------ So this is where we stand, among all the **** in the land. and we still wonder why another man’s grass is far more grand. we must eradicate everything we were told to ever know do you know the devil may live within your own very home? So many sit and wait with their message in a bottle, but what we need to do is go heavy on the throttle. Build yourself a sanctuary, somewhere in merry's land become Mr. Manson, or maybe you prefer, Scarlett Johansson.
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Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 3:27 PM UTC
pinheads - *a poem for columbine*
Loons in the vineyard –  sound the alarm ! Satan is milking his metaphors. Such silly music portends no harm; call home the cows and open your doors. Brian Hugh Warner, a paleface freak after finding his mom’s mascara darker enlightenment did seek and crowned himself with Baal’s tiara. Scary drag-queen, scandalous, vain Marilyn – the creepy thespian rolled that fish-eye and snorted ******* like Crowley…  how pedestrian. Flashing his glowing cataract, he gave the mommies quite a fright. Censorship launched; no badder act did sail (or assail) our sinking night. Gothic dim-wits purchased CD’s bought the goods, pierced parts, wore black. (Cause for certain parents’ unease: MTV’s Antichrist on the attack). Son of Man – or rather, Manson Milked to the max his demonic cow; playing Satan’s naughty grandson showing the flustered milk-maids how. Urban legend surrounds this fowl (those ribs removed – like Adam’s sin!) Is he a misunderstood night owl – or a has-been loon in a loony bin? Rock-stars age (well, most) like a cheap wine. or else in the way once-ripened grapes withering, sun-struck, off the vine transform, with age, into wizened shapes. No – I am wrong. They age like prunes; plums thus pass into their glory. Even Luciferian loons find lakes of fire at end of story.
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Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 9:23 PM UTC
Marilyn WHO ?
it is a post-human resistance to still-born meat, the floccinaucinihilipilification of the catholic retreat; another God disguised to look like me.
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Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 9:20 PM UTC
Another Evening Anchor