Saturday, April 17, 2010
a relic i found in the vault.... (best by date: 08.08.08)
far too late, far too vetted, trying to feed a dying cat, most loneley, waiting for a call.
oh your god, im gonna fall awake here at the, wheel some night in shining amour po-lice call me n give me a brrrreak from this awe-full/or-fuel keybored!? the kit-kat is driving me round the bend over the cliff. she wants more fucking petting. always. i saw by the sodium sea we'd like to drink, there's a horny beach. satansporn with fur and a pur. me:ow. i wish i could wife swap her around for a tik-tak. i wish i was minted. 0121441XXXX - this is my number laid ease and gentile men. butter doubt NE1 will call a lonely housewife like myshelfish, though i wish ya would coz there's no place like home. tsh! and psh! and i don't believing in magic ways anyways. HISS and BOOO who am i talking twit-twoo, to who, anyway? and yes, i am, off and on: my head and drugs. like hugs from a million bugs with double barrel names. 2 blocked noses, and a pocket full of posers. i disused, a tissue, i all fall down. fuck nose what i'm on. about. i need to blow my knows again and again and again. pass the parcel. ring-a-ring of [STD's] rows of pricks - ribbed and then robbed of robes. won't won off ewe p-lease release a ring-a-dingaling 'n' bring alil' linguisitics to this coven of cacoughanous confusion? alone and self pleasin' till sneazin'. rhymin' without timin', like a broken hymn (amen (and women)); like a broken hymen. i'm in dire need of medical at10tion all passengers... i need help back on the merry what goes around, comes around, coz i fell off 2 (prison) sentences ago. through the window a brick-a-brack it((( ()()()lovely eggs, which came first? yokel folk did, clearly, coz im Celibate from Virginia in the UnUnited States of America, so let's all celebrate the celebrity status of Virginia. YAY-YAY-USA!!!! us r A-OK-K-K ,,,K? sum1+1 had better shoot me up with a tranquil-laser darting all over the plaice B4 this H8 gets any softer and turns to dust to dust like charcoal. lemme juice pencil that in.
...and i'm out (of it)
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