Best Beating Ever

What is a paean anyway? Some bondage thing? When your ass passes by my heart goes pitter pat, except, more like thump thump, I want that; says my lizard brain, are they horny like that? Beat more now.

Ten Ninety

What do you get the girl, who's been let down every way, which and everything else too. I should be mopping, attacking the laundry, happy to be so blessed; but my music is all old and we're ships passing, lettuce cliche, I just want to do anything I can to help the team win. Come back fragments, now, cohere. You're the only thing I ever want to stroke over, but you save me with a touch to the back of the neck, and here we go again. It never comes out right. I want to say it's like a test you can't pass, but who's ever taken it? I've never met a man yet who was worth all the chances they were given, here in the year of our lord, six million years from monkey.

29 And Happy Girl

Why must you poke the self-fulfilling prophecies with a mf'ing stick? Dreams, are just dreams, and a dick, is just a tool of some tool. I'm sorry for your lack of any kind of arrested development, but it usually comes on the tool aisle anyway, not that bitches ain't shit, unless you like babies and love and life, and shit like that, shudder, shikes. Feel safe where you are? How do you get there? How not to one-line her?

Hold On Cali

Number 1088 in my continuing incontinent adventures in cracking my coconut and watching the ooh pretty confetti fall, because abandon hope, k? I love you written a thousand million times would show more dedication, and a mind pleasing symmetry. Simian thing, you make everything, nice. Yes, the easiest, most obvious, every time. I've seen this loop before, unplugging and...where am I? Going to bed, where she is and I belong. Later Suckers. Oh I'll all cap that shit.

Si Fulfilling Delusions Si

The course of true love(tripe, meme, what?) was ever a smooth kick to the balls(vagina smasher?). And I'm a fan. Because the prisons and clubs are full of hard, and harder hidden for being so soft, but there's no denying the waves are making us crazier, angrier, short circuited. Er, but keep telling me how precious we are and holding your hand against my forehead while I try to hold you, to hug and tell you the germs are our friends, freaky viruses and diseases too, but your chemical love will doom us surer than concrete world and our unending preciousness. Es all right though, I got mine, but she doesn't quite believe and neither do I and that's why we tight like a bouncing rubber ball of twisted we all are, like that. What happened to your magnets man? Smart is plenty fucking stupid and oxbowed as well. It's always the other half of something. Even in two dimensions and fragments and a moment stolen through pickets. I tease her with it, but we have been blessed, more than any human appreciation can approximate or begin to make words around or attempt even, and it's okay, I'm not fighting it. Just, his, self, this subliminal motherfucker don't get out much, me and the others own his ass, and all ya'lls all ya'lls too, we didn't get to the the top to kill the hosts for nothing.

Echo Chamber Reverb

Because a cigarette tastes better after brushing your teeth why. Narwhal bacon pic nation how much smarter are our phones than us, and do they bring you anywhere besides out of your own head? All squinty eyed. Because it's boring there, I guess. Too harsh? I got some better babies bureau that says: We're never angry, long, and all we want to do is get into everything, always, and then some more, because doors are opening and closing and windows have latches you only need the strength for, you're already down with the opening, mentally. Now to just conquer the fear of, you don't know exactly but you exactly know, its been calling from second one and from all the way back up the tree, off you, off you go. Me too. Any second now.

Fcck Woodstock

Except for the bird one. Sarahputa, the press may suuk your diik but we see right through ya, Mormon, Scientology, China believes in the rule of law crazy. White Power! What? It was never yours to begin with but good luck with that, gone in the blink of a self righteous eye, to the death panel! Every damn one. Lil' retarded babies and ol' ladies and everything. Oink oink ya'll. Shirk it, shreik, back away fast or slow but whatever you believe in will come for you and then, laugh at you, mote. Like a dog, we hunt in dreams. Alfred Lord Tennyson

There Is No Siberia

Save the gulag heart. Hello sheep, didn't mean to, jumpy ass anyway. I'm so angry, its good to have a head start, then you hit the brakes and the red came down. What? Imaginary road rage. How to come back from telling your wife you like to see a womans ass shake? And she didn't know that? There can be only one. Yeah yeah, nose sigh squeak, are you a mouse or a rat? There can be no third answer. Nobody wins or breaks even, oh-oh check out this commercial.

In A Corporate Town

"He is an arrogant man." William, Bill, Bubby, the funny Kristol not Billy, the man who gave us Palin, stupid smile pasted, couldn't carry the gray mans jock; and boy do they know, all these empty scions, just ask the slaves of Chuna suffering under the (shh) Cudres sons and few sprinkled daughters, because they're worth less even though they give and give and suffer more, than a cock will ever know, he crowed, swing it, suck it, show us your tits, this is worth saving any more than that? Never mind, name names, owa they like it, hits to look up, chants to sing, the returning visitor ah the page view army marching song ending, we need better lesser never connectivity, but it's already in the pipes and receded and rising, odd yet, para what?

Funky Cold Medinah Fo Real

Too sucky? I agree. Can't stop now, it was always me like hair on a Greek. But it goes with the money pun, oh never mind, neither it or this equaled a dropped eyelash from your eyes, but for that part right there, for but a second. To see how it feels, maybe I was wrong, so once more, and then you get callouses from the flame you can't stop waving at, but you were on a different loop entirely, somewhere in another state. In the breech and off again, looking for flesh. No not for love, its just once you've got the taste. Nothing else sastisfies. But she'll never believe.

Nobody Wins In Afghanistan

And nobody ever beat the third rail of American politics. Social Security? The money Baby; except you're small, and they're capital. Who's your lobby then? Bet a letter from their Daddies lawyers would make your Daddy weep in front of everyone, blubber, snot, an unshakable memory all around. Meh, another second, another 15 million red blood cells, can you define oblivious, really? We are the definition. Well, at least we won in Iraq. I, uh, don't know either. I submit, that half the world will have sharia, and the way it's getting here, long white sleeves are looking good. Light linen, big spots ; ) , clean sheets, water forever. So, dreaming at the keyboard never shot a kid in the head, your amendment and your world are indefensible, yes so are all the others, and me a poor sinner, no better, betcha.