wom taits

she's a haughty little pickle did giggle when i slipped up wanting some more of that honey sweet honey so funny in your mouth...runny?...strangely grossly spitty and goopy...and now we fall back through the puddle in the muddle but there's no hurry to get over this huddle cause we're a joined by the ends of the ocean and a moon...or meenz...as is the plural of my love for you. hahahahaha.
there's jelly in my head and it's warm and not really something i'd put inside my mouth. and the harpers begin to harp. a million burning jezebels fall from the sky and leave no stone...unturned. that is supposed to be a joke...taste i want a taste of that...that...guardian of the buccal cavity...wrestle it down to the ground...never be found...woohooo how gross is that?
this bird with a red hat for a head said between her med-ication and the lead in the environment...there had to be a better way to confess our love...you can dream and drowse said the man. dream and drowse...i'd like some of that as well...part two of the second part. sequel. contrabands. words exploding inside my head. i saw a boy play chess like he could read music on the chessboard. i can't beat him anymore...he has music on his side...the simple progressions on a fretboard have taught him how to maneuver through every tiny trap that i could possibly conjure...the other day pana showed me this picture he'd taken of a cloud...we're thinking of making it the official dUCK photo thing...hahaha...although i did take some cheap mobile phone band pictures the other day...if we find a data cable...we will find gold sooner...in my ass...but then again...i DO have an ass of gold...it's a killer ass...
man considering how very far beyond the realm of sanity i am right now...and how seemingly calm i am...stuttering...trying not to let my mother annoy me into a bad...er...zone. where. so it's a hard thing trying to. wait. er...in all honesty my brain is clogged with thoughts of sprintings down a road...
sometimes you can only curse yourself when you miss a great opportunity to watch boobies jiggling...aah lord...if only thou hadst askedeth of me to turn the hecketh around and smileth.
so anyhoo with that obstacle out of the way we can move on to the next segment...which is...more coded crap about the object of my affection. yayyyyyy...that's exactly what we need...a rant about shinyyyyyyyy....wooohoooooooooo.

i saw a turd with magic eyes
magic eyes so full of lies
i saw a turd with magic eyes
it ripped my brain in three

.and now i wish i had that turd
'cause i could always kill that bird
so even though it seems absurd
i want that turd for me

these magic turds talk falsely so
you should be careful when you go
reaching into a toilet bowl
will not get you an honest soul

all the turds in all the lands
and all the turds with pretty hands
and all and more and more combined
a turd like mine you'll never find

a piece of shit through and through
with magic eyes but no one knew
and i'm not sure about what to do
so i guess i should just...flush you.

the end.

there was this other "poem" about the moon or something...where's that gone? go look for it fool...fix it up and throw it in the rubber rubber...when is this shit going to kick the fudge in...goddamnit...this is bloody boring. fudge fudge fudge fudge...
i figured out why there was that phrase stuck in my head...it's a bit out of sorrow. pfloyd. i wanted to get a tattoo...a happy face on my dickhead...have been thinking about it for quite a while...maybe if i could get a clever tattoo guy...i might get a tattoo of a smiley face that turns into a menacing face as the situation gets...er...hornier. it'll have to do with some expansion thing...have to think it through...how can you make a smiley face that upon expansion becomes a menacing smiley...type cheez. it's a tough assignment...i'll tell you that...is that right you scum sucker...ok explain your current fizical state...obviously this thing with your spellings suddenly disappearing is a problem...ok there's dizziness...slight er vomitisciousness...and my head is about to ask my stomach to cut it out...apart from that...er heaviness...dry mouthiness...the same bullshittiness...is someone getting your breast your breast your breast your breast for youuuuuu...is someone behaving bad just like your dad when he gets mad does too? is someone getting the breast the beast the breast the breast of youuuuuu...pewterrrrrrrrr.
more songs should end with the word "pewter" because it's an unusually polite word. it's kind of like the word that could seduce you if you gave it the chance...but you have to avoid it because let's face it...pewter isn't the stud among words...not like...shut up bitch or i'll burn your babies...alive.
ok got to go...my father wants me to...er...leave the house...hahahahhhaa...farewell children of acorn...beatsy upsy.