my beer loves blue lines |
the blue lines on my paper run when i spill beer on themirregular and runnywater might work toobut who drinks that at these hoursnever write on these foggy lineswith a pencil or a penyou'll tare your ... Posted by on Fri, 10 Jul 2009 01:49:00 GMT |
indians and astronats |
small thingsliving in my bedtouching my sidethinking of a way to glidleaving thisthink of all your toesfingers and a nosetaste it alltaste the sweat i leave on the floor while dancingto a beatnot regu... Posted by on Sat, 31 Jan 2009 02:48:00 GMT |
ball piont murder |
run that ball point down your armbleedlive drullthink youthink of the anglesrun thoseletters down your sidethink of the... think of a leter see itwink at you in the eveningplastic dinosarsevening teal... Posted by on Sat, 31 Jan 2009 02:37:00 GMT |
laying waist :) |
just before this i was grand........all good things must come to and end.........u seeindeed.to build a better trap, to trap indeedthey havethey have oneto think... you... you have excapedis to be tra... Posted by on Wed, 28 Jan 2009 02:01:00 GMT |
a better mouse trap |
typiing is no longer one of those things i can do with out thinkingthis....hinders....thishave not done this in a while....was once my drunken playground..................................................
Posted by on Wed, 28 Jan 2009 01:51:00 GMT |
your soxs might be drity |
a lifeits a messall nottheir color your expectlooking greylooking blackwhat is thisyou dont expectwhatwhatits all you wouldwhatexpectdoubtand lowered exectationsshort sighted livesblind you tooso much... Posted by on Mon, 29 Dec 2008 08:23:00 GMT |
spelling is like eating dogs..sure u can but who needs to |
my mind is mush it once dinned on the food of the goodsnow it its shitif a dumb man gets dumberdoes it make a noisethere..... u happythat took half a beer and a small firei once wrote booksnow i write... Posted by on Sun, 20 Apr 2008 02:57:00 GMT |
eating socks |
it stinksim not sure whatmy life..nomy well me ...nothe blacketsmaybenois this the stink of some night the booze leaking out if my every poreno...i sleepthe world stinksis this a momentwill life seem ... Posted by on Sun, 20 Apr 2008 02:20:00 GMT |
beer and ladybugs |
to drunk most of the time to know who i ambut heyi got my life in my handheyi dont know who i ambut life is like what......cold noodles in a canindeedi cant see my hand1 2 3 5exactly you foolatleast i... Posted by on Sun, 20 Apr 2008 02:12:00 GMT |
just be yourself |
..>
just be your self.....
its easy
just be like me
hold your breath
until you cant see
........really.......
its that simple
i sware
i would lie to you
or would i
best of w... Posted by on Tue, 22 May 2007 00:48:00 GMT |