Sunday, March 30, 2008

Purple Edible Dash

Under destructive C crashing over everything, scattering all the parts, scaring the little pieces fly away into tiny birdy land.
My wits banged her kiss into her monumental hips just like a lousy dancer
of mangos.
Weights and a body bag to pucn I train for urban warfare but nothing against the police yet?
The weapon really for Me is first and only sorcery.
Then maybe dreams.
A slingshot from Venus really really late or really really early
Bench press two free wieghts of equal forty five matter and steel
And don't forget the hamstrings their yummy to!
I hope the neighbors didn't see me masburbate again on the leather reclined chair I had a shoe in with Basel Tigerlily last night.
She got me high and fucked my brains out dirty girl spanking it!
My feet tingled and my toes tittilated the orgasmic throb that acts as the center of the Universe
No wonder witches and savages fucked each other hard on the blank bald boring grass
Poor Bible wet, the sprinkle of cloud 666 conducive, in the solar bunch.
Nothing like a good ass scratch to call credit card agent, crash all your good savings to pay back
For fucking us over.
If I would have known physics from the future then you would have been anniliated already.
Gas accountants pipe dream smashing protons to time warp reality and vibrate the other world through.
I dare ya to turn magicians on their head!
The wind knows better then the sensationlized leaf along the thin fling of nowheres
Your so far away and
So are you.
If Burroughs is right then the door knob is a dragons tooth with horny tongue light the candle again.
I cradle it in my basket "your a bastard in a ?
Fashion gets killed in economic slaughter then all the cool shit is in Europe
The capitalist monpolists are finally paying off by Damns and on your knees ?
Swords from the future, a silver ipod, a new type of nueron and a quark.
I can't wait to dance in the limbo of waste land again crucified.
A trillion super strings and most will follow one, on a simple faith in ?
Learn something new quick.
How to talk to birds a beginners guide.
Bike maps from here to Rome.
A pitch the cuts the throat with surprise implosion riding her butt cheeks into the range of heavy breathing and moans from the roots.

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