the life and loves of a dog fucking a cat in the back alley
Posted: September 8th, 2008, 3:22 pm
Felgore. The never ending story. It goes on and goes on and goes on.
Stopt. Collaberate. And be irrate
fool im a vet you can bet I can dance under water and not get wet.
We are all brokenm memories of the past/
cut up an jumbled into a stew
I want to go back to the old days and see my pure animal that I was
i remember scaming luckland out of beers while he hade a galss of water filled with pills/
i remember my girl friend and taylors making out at the church by the libarary and then trying to eat rocks
i remember the joy of yelling
FUCKING DISCOMFOROM WE ARE THE HEAT SCORE
wit my brother drunken a splendor
these are the reminisance of a peter fucking pan—never grow up
i refrain from wearing tights.
Take the fire in my soul and light your own.
In my family we only agrue and thats our way
we a natural artist—grama took a gun to her head and blew away
sorry older passive brother and sister I do not know
i love you both
I WANT START A PUNK BAND
CALL THEM THE SAMOIDS AND BREAK OUT
FUCK YOU ALL YOU
MAKE ME SICK
THE DEAD SHALL RISE AND
FUCK THEY STINK
DEATH TO THE REGULAR
DEATH TO SAMO
DEATH TO SAMO
ART IS SAMO
SAMO
SAME OLD SHIT
i am reading the jean-michel basquait bio called
I quick killing in art
the double meaning gives me a hard on and jerks me off
anyway be inspired by criptic or not so criptic words love life and never let a second drop...
GAP
ps
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Stopt. Collaberate. And be irrate
fool im a vet you can bet I can dance under water and not get wet.
We are all brokenm memories of the past/
cut up an jumbled into a stew
I want to go back to the old days and see my pure animal that I was
i remember scaming luckland out of beers while he hade a galss of water filled with pills/
i remember my girl friend and taylors making out at the church by the libarary and then trying to eat rocks
i remember the joy of yelling
FUCKING DISCOMFOROM WE ARE THE HEAT SCORE
wit my brother drunken a splendor
these are the reminisance of a peter fucking pan—never grow up
i refrain from wearing tights.
Take the fire in my soul and light your own.
In my family we only agrue and thats our way
we a natural artist—grama took a gun to her head and blew away
sorry older passive brother and sister I do not know
i love you both
I WANT START A PUNK BAND
CALL THEM THE SAMOIDS AND BREAK OUT
FUCK YOU ALL YOU
MAKE ME SICK
THE DEAD SHALL RISE AND
FUCK THEY STINK
DEATH TO THE REGULAR
DEATH TO SAMO
DEATH TO SAMO
ART IS SAMO
SAMO
SAME OLD SHIT
i am reading the jean-michel basquait bio called
I quick killing in art
the double meaning gives me a hard on and jerks me off
anyway be inspired by criptic or not so criptic words love life and never let a second drop...
GAP
ps
ilove myfriendsandfamilysomuchirefusetousespacebar