| i jumped up and down without a clown. they made me think i didn't have a piper. they thought about the way that they could let me be a windshield wiper. they made me a birthmark too. they made me just like them and you. i know i saw them hurting people. they were chocolate treasure children. fucking righteous.
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| Some damned pajamas walked into my house
Dripping with urine they climbed up the stairs
They were so clumsy they were so aroused
It made me want to put my legs in there
but oh i just could not go through with it
i found a reason not to pay my rent
oh i felt so innocent
only i'm intelligent
everyone else an idiot
and puppies and kittens are all hideous
don't be afraid to drive without a license
or eat lots of unhealthy sandwiches
your best fiend can live inside your basement
push him down there as he sticks his head in
Hey Cujo, I think you need some medicine
you tried to make love to jesus christ again
How'd i get to be so cruel
everything, i learned from you
how'd i get to be so cruel
everything i learned, i learned from you
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| incredible crystals instead of your season premier that finally showed it's prostate to the cafeteria lady. why not jingle your change before giving your whole world to something or someone strange. it doesn't usually happen this way, but neither one of you will ever give water to any toddler marathon runners. so, fuck this instant.
this instant has been fucked.
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| I wish I was a horse drawn carriadge with sunglass asses, detirmining whether or not it's safe to investigate any vagina trouble. But then again, in my kind of mind, is there anything troublesome about that magical sex organ? Mmmm doubt it. I can only describe what is simply a specific specialty in gay drowsiness. How dope is that? Well, not very.
You see I've spent such a long time desiring metamorphafreakism, but shit sucked blood crumbs from wet gold encrusted sphincters, and now life just isn't the different. I guess you could say that naughty butt windows have taken slime crime credits. They don't really know any better. Ha ha ha. Don't get pissed off about it.
Something will, someday, fuck you. Therefore you will have an increased sense of brutality. |
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| hey pamela. i wanted to tell you that you are a mr. rogers redivivus, and i think you're fantastic. so fuck you.
my penis is jesus.
love,
dog master
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