fuck you |
chemical soaked sweat, comingles,
cash crop cigarette premise for the beast's keys jingle. from a hundred or so to single. awoke with a shudder and tingle, ship has snapped at the cringle, ...
Posted by on Wed, 07 May 2008 14:54:00 GMT |
the atmosphere couldn't even handle their science |
omikronians wouldn't stand for it if they had a home. but they don't. someone in portland mainlined a tremendous tube of some sort of pvc piping from the exhaust pipe of their car straight into t...
Posted by on Wed, 23 May 2007 22:45:00 GMT |
my convo w/ the devil via a dream ala frank zappa dot com |
i had my drugs. my woman. my brew. they succeed in excluding loneliness. we resided at the highest mountain. one day i noticed even the crickets were acting a little weird. so i though i might just dr...
Posted by on Thu, 03 May 2007 17:04:00 GMT |
.......... |
retrospect; efficent machine. that's a joke. i'm no such being. simply a compilation of bolts and liquor coagulated into some big brother ideal of love with a bell for a brain that can only piss rum. ...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Apr 2007 14:11:00 GMT |
gee |
you have been lied to. i did it. i'm glad too. words have been minimized to a slow vibration, which is the way i like it, because i don't have to discern the subtle nuances of sarcasm and grief in yo...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Apr 2006 10:22:00 GMT |
