"simmons" poems
Faking Bad
In anticipation of my
Evaluation to be declared
Non Compos Mentos
I slept under a bridge
For three days
"Getting into character,"
But on the morning of
My intake interview
My hair fell perfectly,
I mean I looked like
A ******* rock star.
College girls on the bus
Were giving me their
Numbers and my skin,
Which I'd purposely sunburnt
And caked in the finest filth,
Glowed like an Australian
Chippendale dancer named Weegie
And even the female Assisstant D.A.
Who had busted me for vagrancy
Waved her ******* from
The third story building
Of the Courthouse.
No matter how much I
Tried to speak gibberish
Poetry and philosophical
Tracts spewed from my mouth.
Shuffling past the park
I beat eight
Grand Masters
At chess on move 1
Inadvertently I solved
The Phi Epsilom Theorem
By kicking stones
Into an algorythym.
When I arrived they didn't
Make me wait at all.
My caseworker giggled like
A schoolgirl while I told her
Each day was like an endless shift
In a Chinese fish- gutting
Sweatshop and every one of my fellow
Employees was motivationalist
Richard Simmons.
She ungirdled her enormous
**** and as they spilled
Like fishguts onto the desk
She began to howl
**** me, **** me, oh ****
Me right here in
Front of the open window
On State Street as everyone
Watches me ******* the strongest,
Healthiest, smartest, most popular,
Well-adjusted man in the world.
The rest of the examination was
Also a success.
But as I left the Mental HealthCenter
feeling marvelous
I accidentally bumped
An old woman with the door:
"Watch out you manic-depressive
Schizoid with Socially Avoidant
Features klutz."
-Thomas L. Vaultonburg
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 5:05 PM UTC
Tainted by the blood moon, I lay awake
Night air swept through my window and I escaped
What’s over the hill and behind the shadow?
Dreadfully that answer I already know
Nothing worth seeing, the adventures over
Some cattle fields and a lonesome hollow
But if only for a moment or so
I could remember the wonder of my childlike soul
I tossed my cold feet to the floor
Placed upon my shoulders that afghan, never worn
Set out to the hills off in the distance
That feeling of adrenaline, an adventures mistress
The old 2 lane route 302
Had became an untraveled pave way at quarter to 2
She spoke my name and the trees listened
Walnuts fell on the old tin roof of Mr. Simmons
*“Look beyond Alone,
There’s more to this road than what you think you know
Keep walking now you’re almost there
No longer will you be afraid whence you’re spared.”*
What was the night saying to me?
I wasn’t sure because it was then that I couldn’t see
So travelling the road I did proceed
Looked to the finish it wasn’t far to be
My pace was in scurry like atop was gold
But I found soon out this wasn’t so
Nothing was there waiting I need
Another lonely place as silent as she
The rolling meadows done nothing for me
Like a blind man being amongst the sea
But in the distance it came crashing on me
And my eyes were opened immediately
My house was burning that I could see
And everyone else’s on the street
Dying alone snuggled in bed
Smoke inhalation now they're dead
I watched the night turn to red
**Like the blood moon had tainted my soul
Fire roamed the street that once was home**
All the neighbors that wouldn’t speak to me
Charred to death and forever they sleep
I guess it was intuition to leave
It seems like maybe the night had saved me
And here I sit alone again
Thinking of that autumn dark, I remembered my sin
Crystal **** on a wild weekend
I killed them all and no one knows
The blood moons curse on my soul
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 9:33 AM UTC
The
Decider-in-Chief
made
another
hard
decision,
rebebilitatin
a debilitating
Gaddafi.
The
Agog
Decider
sleekly
peeked
into the
bleak
soul
of the
master
Bedouin.
The
Pious
Decider
peered
pretty
deeply,
so its
hard to tell
what his
arcane
rebelations
revealed.
Some say
The
Jaundiced
Decider,
saw the
desert
bleeding
deliciously
malicious
sweet crude
onto the
scabby
tongues
of
Halliburton
Executives
while
Big Time
Vice
Dickey Boy
******
a petrol
nozzle
dry,
licking
the dripped
drops
that
drizzled
from the
shoot
hole,
so as
not to waste
a precious drop
to satiate
the black
viscous
goo
coursing
through
the ebony
veins of his
chingling
heart.
Others
say
The
Condoning
Decider
sized up
the man
and saw
a brother-in-arms
in the fight
against
The Evil Doers;
yet failed to
see the
revolting
obscenities
his new
comrade-in-arms
inflicted
upon his
own body
politic.
The
Forgetful
Decider,
blessed
with amnesia
forgot
Lockerbie and
applauded
BP's royal
court of
justice
for
pardoning
all perps.
The
Oblivious
Decider's
near
sightedness
failed to
foresee
a brewing
blow-back
amassing
in the
desert
winging
its way
home
on the
blasting
sands of
a blistering
Saharan
sirocco.
The
Pollyannish
Decider
envisioned
grand
spectacles,
only happy
visions of
Beyonce,
JZ, Usher
and the
Def Jam
Buddha
Russell
Simmons
yodeling
filthy
lucre
tunes,
sending
giggling
tweets
while
partying
down
with
Muammar's
posse
of martinets
and
way cool
far out
crazy
execs
drunk
with the
power
that blinds
the eye to
all discernment.
The Decider
decides.
Music Selection:
Lady Ga Ga
Beyonce,
Telephone
Oakland
3/3/11
jbm
Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 8:11 PM UTC
I got them 25 dolla bills in my pocket *****
gonna make it rain make it rain on yo ******* quick
pyrex raf simmons drippin wit the real swag
smashing bottles of that grey goose
all the ****** gettin loose
gonna make it rain
make it rain
make it rain
make it rain
make it rain
make it rain
make it rain
.
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 7:49 AM UTC
hi dudes
you see i am a koomarri,. but who gives a **** just like tyler hammond the kid
you see he was ******** oh yeah he ****** was
and i walk the dinosaur like was not was
jump up jump down turn your body around, please baby walk the dinosaur
open the door get on the floor, everybody walk the dinosaur
boom boom malacka acka boom, boom boom malacka acka boom
walk the flaming dinosaur, walk him up
and walk him down, walk him all around this town
open the door get on the floor, walk the flaming dinosaur
boom boom malacka acka boom walk the dinosaur
boom boom malacka acka boom walk the flaming dinosaur
you see to the world i look like a hooligan, walk the dinosaur
simon said pick ya nose, walk the flaming dinosaur
open the door and get on the floor walk the fucken dinosaur
boom boom malacka acka boom, walk it up and walk it down
party all over tony abbott’s liberal frown
ya see buddhists eat foods from sea and earth, they will walk the dinosaur
and as they walk they say, boom boom malacka acka boom
walk the flaming dinosaur
boom boom malacka acka boom
the dinosaur needs to be walked
and now john simmons went to the hospital to get an operation on his leg
and the money beggars really really beg
begging for mercy, begging for fun, kick conservos out on their ***
boom, oh yeah boom boom malacka acka boom
you see steven bradley has me again, let me out you dreadful man
you see i am no longer a cool kid, i have lost my brothers credits because they want me protected
you see, why bully me ya stupid old clown
shake me up and shake me down
graham kennedy is joining new families, oh yeah
you see graham kennedy is walking around on earth
maybe was william tyrell ya see
because since he was abducted his old life graham kennedy said read this poem
try and explain the uplifting version of death
and bring my spirit back to the earth, cause people hate kids, really, buddy is downgrading
yes william tyrell is formerly the aussie entertainer graham kennedy
and he needs to be rescued ummmmm ummmmmm, find young william tyrell, PLEASE
free the spirit of graham kennedy
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 1:18 AM UTC
Let’s start with a reminder:
President Harding,
President Woodrow Wilson,
President McKinley,
President Calvin Coolidge
& President Harry S. Truman--
Harry giving them hell in my lifetime,
In my time—
An ever so proximate reminder--
These were all Presidents of the U.S. of A.
Also, KKK Members.
Warren G. Harding, for Christ’s sake,
Was actually sworn into the Ku Klux ****
At a **** ceremony
Astonishingly conducted,
Inside the White House,
Presided over by Wizard Imperial of the Day,
The Honorable Colonel Simmons.
And I may as well throw in
Justice Hugo of the Supreme Court
Hugo Black in white robes,
While we’re on the subject of cultural memory,
To wit: the one Branch where Fairness
Is supposed to go with the territory.
You want to talk about race?
Hey, don’t get me started.
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 11:04 AM UTC
Give your neighbor all you can
Give sweat unto your boss
Give your troubles to the wind
With just one mighty toss
Give your kidneys to caffeine
A hundred years they'll go
Give Gene Simmons your big ****
And let your skinny show
Give your payments to the bank
To send your kids to college
Send 'em to a better school
To give their noodles knowledge
Give charity to old goodwill
To prove your heart is pure
Like Robin Hood take from the rich
And give it to the poor
Give tithes unto your preacher man
He'll get you through the Gate
Throw in a golden nugget
You may not have to wait
One last thing Mr. Houseman adds
Give carefully your hearts
Give crowns and pounds and guineas
But don't include your ****
Aug 25, 2010
Aug 25, 2010 at 8:39 AM UTC
Love is love,
it’s not that complicated,
Love does not care what color or *** you or your love is,
because Love is all inclusive it doesn’t discriminate,
Love is colorblind,
Love Sees No Color Love wears Cross Colours jumpers,
Love is abundant, just ask Russell Simmons or Gloria Carter,
or her baby Jay Z or anyone else who is an authentic Lover,
Love is unconditional & it’s available to everyone,
regardless of class social status religion region or color,
it’s okay to feel good, smile you deserve it,
dedicate yourself to love, believe me it’s worth it,
you get what you give so give 100%,
remember to forget & forgive them, even if they’re not perfect,
because no person walking this earth’s surface is,
but you can still find yourself a good girlfriend or boyfriend,
as long as you’re willing to work with them,
& you two can still be your own version of Bonnie & Clyde,
can still be in love & serve them with services,
there’s wisdom in these verses here,
modern day scriptures for gangstas & hipsters,
they don’t call him LaLux or J-Hova for nothing,
no fronting true strength requires no crutches or addictions,
just enough Dedication as Lil Wayne to get to 10,000 hours,
as laid out well by Macklemore or Malcolm Gladwell’s Outliers,
a Master of Self a ******* from Hell,
***** as hell but he cleans up well
I own all my Master,
you should probably own yours as well,
well,
the floods are coming, there’s some prophecy for you,
either ride the Tidal wave or get washed straight away,
washing the straight leg green jeans clean so there’s no proof,
only proof is us see our success & ourselves are Self Evident,
only witness God won’t testify against our business interest,
the evidence is obvious see we are all sovereign entities,
you are your own country so you are your own president,
a one person army a one person president,
who roams the whole globe everywhere’s their residence,
channelling these visions into verses of the present tense,
told you before I’m not a business man I’m a business, man...
Smile is continued in THHT3...
∆ LaLux ∆
an excerpt from poem #24 of
THHT3: The Hollywood Hills Trilogy 3
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Sep 23, 2019
Sep 23, 2019 at 9:14 PM UTC
Carla Simmons is gonna be a freshman at Bates Academy in two weeks. She was born in Nebraska and lived there until about two months into summer break. She and her family moved there when her parents were offered jobs to be agents for the Teens Acting Agency. Her parents learned how to be agents after about three years of college in Boston before moving to Nebraska shortly after having her older sister, Maddie. Her sister is now a freshman at LA Acting Academy in Los Angeles, California. Carla only lives about an hour and forty-five minutes away. But she still misses her sister as if she were on the other side of the world. Maddie was the only one who understood her and now she wasn’t gonna be there. But Maddie said that as soon as Carla needed her she’d be there in an instant. Her sister has a car and says that as long as she has a way to get there, she will. Carla is really nervous because no one in this town knows anything about her. No one except for her new teachers and the people where her parents work. Carla is so nervous because she knows that she has something that might get her either laughed or stared at if it happens at school. Her parents try to tell her that other kids do it every now and then. But Carla is still worried because she can’t control it. At any moment, even if she had the best night sleep in the world. No matter how early she goes to bed and how late she gets up in the morning. She is always so tired that she will fall asleep anytime at anyplace. It happens every day and there’s nothing she can do about it. Well, she could talk medicine to help with it. But she says that she doesn't think it would do any good. So she just decides to let it be. So now she has to go to school and hope that nothing happens. How will her life turn out? Read the California Life of Carla Simmons and find out.
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 2:04 PM UTC
His wife had always been afraid
of death, disease, decay.
So she made her husband promise,
before she passed away,
That she would be cremated
not interred and hid away.
Their children were against it;
Cremation they abhorred.
They much preferred the customs
of those who’d gone before.
Her husband, old and feeble,.
her two sons proud and strong.
They took over the arrangements
and felt sure he’d go along.
Instead he brought a lawyer
to the Simmons Funeral Home
with an order to cease and desist
from the plans they’d made alone
Mom was refrigerated while the case
hung in the court
Her husband’s strength and wealth
were spent quicker than he thought.
It was decided in her favor
in the civil court of war
She was retrieved from
her cold storage and
at last the flames would roar
When the deed was finally done
and the urn placed on the shelf.
His love’s last labor finished
He drifted off himself
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 3:45 PM UTC
Well now Jenny Lee she was a ******
She made about a grand a night
But Jenny, she weren't no looker
She could give a man one hell of a fright
We used to wonder how she stayed so busy
Good Lord, she was almost rich
The other gals on the corner didn't like her
They all called her a skanky old witch
One night Jenny Lee was out working
Making a midnight run
She was just gettin' done with a client
Got a call from Reverend Simmons' son
He said, "Jenny Lee, you know I been lookin'
"Been admirin' your stuff from afar
"And I'm hungry for what you got cookin'
Could you meet me in a half of an hour?"
She said, "Ben Simmons, I just don't believe it
"Mister, you ought to be ashamed
"Don't you care 'bout your reputation?
"Why you wanna play this game?"
"I ain't nothin' like my daddy",
He said, "Sometimes I gets me an itch
"And my daddy's money can't scratch it
"Besides, he's a son of a *****
Now Jenny's jaw dropped wide opened
Said "Simmons you just crossed the line"
Said "Your daddy's money can't scratch your itch
"But it can sure as hell scratch mine!"
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 9:27 PM UTC
Lady Elmore sniffs
as Polly enters her room
with a tray with teapot
and cup and saucer
and sugar bowl
and a jug with milk
and curtsies awkwardly
her black and white uniform
neat and tidy
she notes sitting up in bed
and staring,
Polly holds the tray
getting heavy
looks at Lady Elmore
through tired lids
stands still after her curtsy,
place it here Polly
the lady says
pointing to her lap
in the bed
her hair in a mess
grey strands breaking out
lips pinkish
eyes stark and black
or dark blue,
Polly puts down the tray
with careful art
makes sure it is safe
stands back
stares
waits hands in front
of her stomach joined,
Lady Elmore sighs
looks at the tray
is there breakfast?
Polly says yes Madam
Susie is bringing it up soon
(if the silly mare
hasn't dropped it),
the teapot is heavy
the lady says
can you pour for me?
Polly moves forward
and carefully pours tea
into the cup until
near the rim and adds milk
then stands back and waits
and watches as the lady
places two lumps of sugar
into the tea and stirs,
you may go now Polly
make sure the Simmons girl
is not too long
with the breakfast
Lady Elmore says stiffly
as if words were made
from bricks or stones
to be spat out,
Polly nods and says
yes Madam I will
and goes off and out
and closes the door
with a slight click
and leans against it
and sighs wondering
where Susie had gone
hoping to God
she wouldn't be long.
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 2:01 AM UTC
Polly lies on
George's bed,
eyes closed,
feeling the mattress
beneath her,
trying to imagine
George there beside her,
or better still
on top of her,
as he was that last night
before he went back
to the Front and war.
She tries to pretend
he is kissing her,
touching her,
impregnating her
with his upper-class seed.
She holds herself,
embraces her body
with her own hands,
What you doing Polly?
Susie Simmons says.
Polly opens her eyes,
and leaps from the bed.
Frightened the ****** life
of out me,
you silly cow,
Polly says,
grabbing hold
of Susie's maid's uniform.
Sorry,
Susie says,
Gripe asked me
to see where you were;
what was you doing
lying on Master George bed?
Never you mind
what I was doing,
what the heck do
you think you were
doing making me
nigh wet myself?
Polly releases Susie's
uniform and tidies
her own hair,
and brushes down
her uniform.
Was you thinking of him?
Susie says.
What's it to you
if I were?
Nothing just asking,
Susie says.
Well let's get back
to Gripe
and see what she wants,
Polly says.
Susie nods and leaves
the room,
and Polly gives
a last look back
at the room and bed,
and keeps the memories
of him and her
in her head.
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 2:15 AM UTC
the cold light of day reigns:
concrete, metal, glass, towers
the "system" turns humans into numbers
new york city is full of giant rats
pregnant with the outflow of frustration
in the moonlight, their teeth twinkle
bloodred maws, spiky fur, darkgrey
i don't want to become a rat
"you gotta keep a sense of human"
a quote by earl simmons, a.k.a. dmx
lord, gimme shelter, gimme strength
bornheim, germany, yonckers, usa
regardless where we are; who we be
this line hugs my son nicholas,
and i do love eden, my daughter
THEY ARE LIFE. THEY KEEP A SENSE OF HUMAN.
i'm max, and i'm not trapped in placelessness
gotta stay clean, will meet my kids again
trance is not life, it's the aberration of escape
my weakness is my strength, i got it in me
like a greenly glowing marble of hope
drugs don't change the world, but you
as i was laying in a puddle of sweat,
i prayed to god: "pleeeease let me live"
couldn't breathe for a moment, fear of death
the addiction for the trance brought me there
i gotta keep a sense of human; for myself
i gotta keep a sense of human; for my kids
Dec 16, 2020
Dec 16, 2020 at 3:09 PM UTC
una mañana de otoño sim simmons
se levantó sin ojos como caídos a favor de la estación
"pero no importa" dijo
y se alisaba la memoria
"no importa realmente no importa" decía sim simmons
poniéndose árboles vacíos en las cuencas
a los que alimentó con estampidos
gritos olvidos silenciosas partes
nocturnos insectos portadores de muerte
rondaban por los árboles
"no importa" decía sim
desplegando sus tiernas alas
y volando todo alrededor del cielo
"si fuese una nube" decía "si fuese un halcón o
catástrofe
lo que me come el corazón" decía
"te apagaste paloma" decía sim simmons sin llorar
"no tengo ojos para llorar" decía "y sin embargo debiera"
decía recordando que todo vegetal,
agua llanto lluvia o río necesita
para abrigar un tierno nido
así que sim simmons se puso a llorar
los árboles se le volaron
y otra vez tuvo ojos para mirar o ver o sufrir
y llorar sin dar comida a nadie
"me lo merezco" decía sim simmons tarde
"me lo merezco mucho" decía con los ojos ya secos
duros brillantes como sol
bajo la tierra de Alabama
dos ríos nacieron donde lo enterraron
uno hacia el norte otro hacia le sur
para memoria para olvido
y todo el mundo tuvo agua
pero sim simmons no:
miraba para abajo
ya merecido o muerto o triste
sin árboles sin árboles
698
christmas power
i am talking about greame thorne’s only TV performance, you see it was show
called christmas power at elizabeth bay and it was hosted by john bradley, you see john brought
10 young performers in to sing christmas carols to celebrate the reason for this day
and it was set out to be an annual TV event every christmas event, but it never made
it to the 2nd year, so here we go
john’ welcome to christmas power, a show to celebrate the magic of christmas and
i will bring in 10 performers to each sing their favourite christmas carols
first up here is kenny butler aged 11 singing silver bells
he sang it well and said at the end, how about that
john’ thanks kenny and let’s see how mrs santa claus is going, here is therse berlin with mrs santa claus
and therese sang that song with absolute grace and beauty and then john introduced, greame thorne (me)
and tim mcgrath, and they will sing silent night, and they blew away the crowd so beautifully and then
after that, the next singer was bert somers with i am sending a letter to santa claus, and every note was
played so great, and then john bradley sang jingle bells and rudolph the red nosed reindeer as santa came
out to say hello to everyone on tv australia’s first christmas show, and as santa left the stage, john brought
greg harrison out to sing hi ** silver lining and he sang that so great, he was asked by church groups to
do future shows and then john bradley brought daryl simmons comes on stage to sing away in a manger
and drove the crowd completely wild and got a standing ovation and then john bradley brought out harry stone
aged 12 and he sang we wish you a merry christmas and greame thorne(me) came out to sing good tidings we
bring to you and your king, and harry got audience participation as well as a standing ovation
john brought out the 8 th singer madelline rupert, aged 5, with white christmas, and yeah mate yeah
this was the greatest version ever, and maddeline was amazed with all the crowd really cheering her performance
and now john bradley brought out the 9th singer 10 year old jacob stone, brother of harry, and he sang
jolly old st nicholas, and everyone joined in singing and gave him a standing ovation, and then john
introduced molly ringwould to sing the christmas list, and this was a very moving performance and blew the
crowd away and at the end she got a standing ovation, and now, it was time to announce the christmas power award winner
and they rolled the drums, and therese berlin won the award, and they gave her a plaque and $500, and
this was the end of the first and last version of christmas power and there is no real proof of this show as the
tape was stolen and thrown out to sea, pretty much what happened to greame thorne (me), so there isn’t proof
but i remember this was an excellent previous life memory i have, and
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 9:03 AM UTC
It's a studied eye that starts it off
That sees the ball and knocks it rough
But chance has had no love for thee
For tis Simmons bent the knee
His eye is quick, his arm is long
And it's a bead on first he's drawn
Quick! He's down into the dust
And quicker still the run's a bust
For Andrelton's had his way today
And made yet one more famous play
The shouts come now from those who won
And the chant is An-drel-ton
Dec 18, 2019
Dec 18, 2019 at 9:45 PM UTC
Today you'll find me in the role of home sick slick,
Owning a back street stage in an auditorium of ghosts,
I'll take my bow and go on down to an amber haven of disillusioned bravery.
I'll wake to the sound of drums rumbling in my gut,
wash my pale face with water filled with paint,
And then I'll swipe the toast, smile ready to boast,
wishing I'd be behind some walls and a moat.
A.J Simmons '17. ©
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 9:41 PM UTC
A tap on my left shoulder
I am roused from my sleep
I turn and see my daughter
Who's been dead 3 years last week
She pulls me from my slumber
Humming broken lullabies
"Where're we going, dear?"
"Hush, it's a surprise"
She brings me to the subway
Down abandoned tracks
Graffitied walls like bathroom stalls
It's too late to turn back
She stops me in a room
Where people stand in wait
Silence presses in on the ceiling
Words that can't escape
My daughter sits on the tracks
And beckons me to as well
The people engrave words on brick
Like they're under a sort of spell
"Watch as it spreads"
She said in a hushed tone
I was about to ask what she meant
But then I felt it in my bones
The silence of the elders
Crashed through my throat and lungs
I felt the air thicken
Acid burned my tongue
Darkness pressed around me
A suffocating mass
I could not make a noise
She laid me on the tracks
It was all dimly familiar
The rumble without noise
The ghosts gathered around me
It was time to make a choice
Fools, I tried to say
But I choked on my own air
A shudder swept my body
I closed my eyes in prayer
I woke up in my bed
Sore from head to toe
Shaking from the recollection
Of what happened so long ago
May 16, 2020
May 16, 2020 at 6:20 PM UTC
So you're high
In the Simmons bathroom and
Taking a shower
By yourself
And you're just getting over
The scent of rejection
But her phenomenal venom
Leaves a stench in your mouth
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 9:36 PM UTC
Faygo and ******* **** and a little braded naughty nancy who ain't really named nancy Tom Clansy sheets nasty. ***** nasty. Sheets nasty thats frequent from the New York jogger flopping floppy frogger. She stunk like hose water pan handling cleanly. Oh and touch my weeny weeny from the scene where Scheen bees. Hurt my hind haunches like the stank from the seat where old Ponch sits. Cooties grissle cookies wish, I wished yes betch I ****** up I bet-cha you're a ******* **** that facades as a proof fan because my homie used to use my Moving Van, but ****** I don't know your crow's feet until. Well.Well. Well know until this thesis because I wanted to write how more I **** **** with Rechard Simmons on the Weeknd's Porsche hood with permission because we isn't weight bizz-nitch. I'm itching Oren Ishy Iishi can you open up the crusty crumble, Wait I waxed my ******* ******* waste on bleach. I ******* bleached her *** buster with more catching up then mustard sauce. **** your Oddity I'll grab enough ***** from Fun-yun bags that reak fathered pharamones. Oh. I moaned Oh. Oh. Oh. I moaned.
Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 4:59 PM UTC
how hard can you fight
without the plot armour
that could really be useful right now
more moth holes in the sweaters
as the cost of living costs
the cost of living lives
dark lights never shut up
for a purpose they don't serve
everything for the wrong one
always leaving you with that feeling
tomorrow's going to be a really bad day
Dec 15, 2017
Dec 15, 2017 at 1:59 AM UTC