You Are So Satan

FNGs, same as the FOGs, same grays. Mama said they was my magic shoes; cause nothing can't be traced back to the last fear or fucked or escapismo, that was read or heard or absorbed in the last 24hr goldfish cycle; or whenever yours is; here we go go again, filtered through prisms, call it whatever: eyes, tribes, hates, proclivities. My steep decline indeed. Short trip. Oui. Still not sorry; still clumsy and what's even worse, sometimes I break things. Intentionally, Shrug

The Edge Of Obsidian

Beat them all with a Sabal palmetto branch. And all of the press too. Another unescapable year. Yes it spells sheep. You know em all don't ya? You never know em all. There's no vacuum packed safety blanket.

Not A Rejoinder

Pinged down unto dust. Easy to make, hard maintenance. Nunya, but let's. Say the games are forever, and disposable isn't a diaper, it's us. But you just can't think that way because your thoughts go on and out forever, like waste goes with effluvial. Yes, those particular matters, like water and gravity go twain. I'm saying, everyone here not living beside a fire made of dung, or wood or husk, shut the fuck up. The mobs will be televised, after editing for time, content and clarity. Help the Bengalis, send them dirt, oh yeah, and Louisiana too.

Papa Where The Comma Go

When the baby sleeps, Mama know you better too. Ha. Ha. Bookends for my bitches, trials for my tryptych, the bitches being my right and left hemispheres, tetchy boogers, ain't ya? That sentence, is where I turned into a Lorrefish, said the line and shot myself. Too many b's too many s's, too many slices of nothing, matching madness, sorry, the cold hard reality, as if. Casablanca is not for you and Van Nuys Airport no longer looks like that; beautiful friendship? You vetted?

One For The Colic

Why you gotta pick on Hillary man? What'd she ever do but aspire to be an ambitious piece of shit like all the rest of those sanctimonious hypocrites that reside all over the world? and probably beyond. Those honorable men. and aliens. Insert tobacco here. Spit eye there. Ours is not a D.C. problem, not that it isn't, it's an overall responsibility problem and we're all to blame, and we all could give a fuck; its hard to when you're trying not to get cut, or the worse thans. The land of liability, the wavering of the grain, richer than fuck and madder'n a shithouse rat, never sated, no way to satisfies. Pentagrams versus verses, ah a yoke. What I really think? She can't win any more than fishstick boy or 'Bama can, please prove me wrong though, by all means. Oh, you have gym that day. Yeah, I wasn't going either. Rigged like a Goldberg baby, Baby. No, no receipt with that.

Show Me The Bah

When the Piper plays, Mama you got to move. Woo. Hoo. Little e now driving for the dark side, little media driving nails into its feet, out chasing the stories that matter to you, they the team, your team. Tee. Hee. Who edits these typo-ridden wire reports anyway, war, what war?, we're gonna have us middle east peace, suckling at a bottle with fourbars dropped in the milk? covered in chocolate and rolled in some sugar, for the kids. Where's a mfing Mellon when the creationist museum is going under? Who'll learn the kids right? See above, below, basically anytime in space and. What happens when the snake finally does eat itself? There's a risk, of a hundred dollar a barrel, now coming, euro, fucking shit way up; oh, and we can't spend our way out of all your fuckups; not to mention our ass was way too credit rich and week to week poor to begin with, how could it have gone any other? Than exactly as it has? Ask the mudville nine. This was not a slur. Supreme my left nut. That was. Bet there are boys at the ex-brands named citi and lynch, looking for a beam amongst the overhead running fiber optic army, but.

One Nine Minus Ate

Politics isn't personal? Fake sniffle. Go tell it to the Kikuyu. Wait, that sounds familiarish. Something about Africa, right? Here? They turn from people into cases, the lottery. Gun vs. Machete, Tribe vs. Tivo, the dried mouth of a supposed sanity or the imagined taste of keratin? I'm just saying cause I eat it like it's pussy. Birth nigh, will I ever be as mature as my unborn daughter? Could any man be? Is this another thing we can't talk about? Speaking of pussies. Why do you fear the penis and vagina, even the saying? Oh, and Pervez ain' yo frien', but the alternative, you ever hear of Kubrickian ballsweat? There’s one thing I’m certain of... Return I will... To old Brazil.