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hallawayjoe Andyland 2003-07-27 2:45 AM The rigg Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (0) |
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Pecking like a chicken It's beak sucking the world dry For real and for pretend It looks like intercourse something kinky, s and m-like grinding with the earth in slow sex rhythmic and alien like a Quixote windmill Death aims his slingshot but this thing ain't going down did you know that ten gargantuan fans could cool Vegas off? The cacti would shiver somewhere a beautiful girl is waiting for me to make her happy. Until that time comes, Scotch. Humans weren't meant to be loved, we were meant to be self absorbed. I drink ten cans of diet pepsi a day I been told that it will preserve by body but rot my bones. I will be a mammal no longer. I will float above the atmosphere, boneless, weightless, thoughtless, I never could meditate, I always got distracted by itching. I have an itch that will never be reached. It sits there like a goal for a fund raising marathon at a public tv station. the top of the thermostat, laughing at the futility Jesus Christ Caballero killed a man He will go to prison for it Crucifixion kind of went out of date Jesus Christ will probably spend time in the hole He may become more popular than Cool Hand Luke Wouldn't suprise me if he got out on good behavior Will not fit the mold of our society Chances are, he will live alone, giving sermons to blank walls, like me. |
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