Friday, February 29, 2008

Puh!?Pissrs ont yur Pussys

I wanna rattle your cage! Bullshit! Bullshit! The world is full of it.
Little tiny people that shuffle around in their lousy underwear salute your murders!
Salute your frauds! Salute all the bullshit that you put up with!
You are a bunch of goddamn pussy motherfuckers without any fucking hope!
I shit on you all cause you got nothing! You just do what your told don't ask
don't know don't don't and don't
thats all I fucking hear!
While the earth is rotating on change left over from your fuckfathers!
Goddamn the Government with bile and piss!
What does a nineteen your old kid know about freedom
Prince Harry Fuck!
And I also say,
What does the United States of America know about freedom!
Cause you deserve the worst case scenario
Nature is tired of you and wants to blow your fucking head both ways
Inner consciousness dreams cognitive robot.
Push the dream along with your dull words light tears away
I seriously want to skull fuck every dead president cause
it all comes to this bullshit!
What is bullshit! Just to let you know how insignificant a speck you are.

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Friday, February 22, 2008

Sun Radish

Britney Spears shaved pussy, leather car seats hold my bum, cerebral splat my brain is fat, darling ankles broken glass I use to have a nice ass, spinal fluid electric snap my thoughts are lightening cracks, 7.5 billion spent rolled and burned after this I got enough seeds to make a space ship from hemp, I think I'll try cousin poppy for the turbin with wizard geomancy and observation of species from bug to fur and teeth and stingers I should find it a ecological niche.
I think I'll wax my ? cause I like to slide down silk, the sun radish blooms, the war fields are red and the sky aches with violets and I can't wait to start the compain against them for my sex object tortured, the karmic plunge of bad stewardship from the steeple. I've been a bee wax for sevens years now so I think I got this place covered I don't need scanners! I don't need a 20 billion missle and fuck the satellite that was a easy shot. We stroke our self's up into a stupid dream remember those are just circuits the tree makes magic with light on my iris lip tongue lick it! Golden copper point hidden in a nice remote chateau. K+, Na+, NMDA glutamate receptor, monoaminic neurotransmitters, opoid peptides, THB, aspartate spinal and rainbow glitters with dancing stars jiggle cocktail beats of a far better universe than what you got! Never surrender your right might blight sight fight tight kiss with a spite of honey spice stuck on your weapon impaled flower paints and outrageous body.

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Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Turkey Cunts

survival front is hyperthermia on a mesa back tracking the gulch seeing the sun go down and thinking, 'i got get off this rock'. Poppy fields! We all need poppy fields and fuck! Over priced doctors, just want to unzip me and feel my glands. Bring me some "joy" gal with that savanah ass, explosion of desperate violet subdues the sky before the inevitable blinks, come on hate me some more, I need a real good kiss to get my heat up out of this massive rugged body of rocks and rocks. Beer! Is all I can think off wobbling old crow, 'need some drugs?' If only would have brought a thermo of coffee. Next time I'm going to be more prepared cause the cowboy is fucked. Thanks to the United States government that wants to put everyone in a cubicle or lab. I got my own lab and I got my own kitchen. Hydrochloric acid suck me with your deep ocean mouth, naked eel, cold boots and chattering teeth for tearing meat. I'm going to make war on somehting so why not it be you! Cock sucker patriots your fucking team lost! HA ha ha ha ha aaalong with your stupid media, along with your pathetic elections deception deceit and migrational flock.

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Sunday, February 03, 2008

Time Wieghts

Stripper lose your freedom is sad when they try to hold you i mean come on what the fuck!
The White Motherfuckers and his shit dance and pathetic general with hundreds of thousands of nukes, warheads up rectum.
DOOM spelled over last years orange crops and this years pollen punch in the mucous for hemp burns around my neck for boning.
The Black Hole sucked you all in and now try to get out of Baghdad!
and now the perfect ecological aesthetic has gone private class, well let you ride parachute seed next round.
Bikes and there own unique hiways you bald pig fuck Limbaugh!
Ejaculations everywhere its all that "pop" in the cerbral cortex were the little snake resides
Earth station to Inner Space can ya here me!
You should have moved more little cat in the box meow breakfast on pivotal points geometry split fruit your leg is melons.
Christ pulled backwards shot through slit of concrete software crucifix
Settings for Red Door mausoleum

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