Camouflage my chaos with elements of, order fight club sandwich. During weak moments, lash out, razor tongue. brigade of the brotherhood. Deep cut those I love. Pompai lava the village people. The torment of sharpened words erased Chuck Jones. Scared at times when focus becomes detailed oblivion. Choose instead blurry downers, herion-es. Agents of the chore -- give it up for, Tips, 'the boar'. My mother -- ancient Babylonian whore lollipop fisted, twixt rivers festers the sore back; rivers, legs, chaired, City, heart, mared, mountain hair cut spared. See, this is exactly the kind of shit i'm just fucking sick of writing about... I mean, what the fuck's the point ? Look at it ! It's a waste of everyones time... Here try this instead... Grab Anna Nicole Smith's fucking face and empty a can of whip cream in both of her ears. Then alkaseltzer mouth tie... Box it up for two months. Mail to a dry Bush in Texas. Love, Evil! 'am uncomfortable with the laws of forefathers foreskinned. I'm sure that might of fit the times back then, elephantiasis. But they fall exceedingly shorter bussed home. Time passes gas light fast, buckle the speed freak nowed! For the love of a clean shaved sphincter. On a: So I sit <on a hands> and, so I wait <on a-gain> For my prey <on a tray> I've placed some bait <on a line> Now I'm waiting, in seclusion <on a whim> Knowing soon that it'll make its intrusion <on a tv> I hope like hell that this trap works <on a schedule> For in my trashcan, a presence lurks <on a demand> Drooling upon the preschooler's cots <on a vacation> The mere memory can decay and rot <on a display> Torturing young fragile crab shelled minds <on a cruise> Placing restrictions and tuberculosis gags <on a, your wife> Benevolent mold is on the rise <on a her tits> Fungi family kindly, lechens too <on a her face> Evolving quickly, thoughts and theories horsed <on a her ass> But with its evil I cleaned my plate <in a her way> SPECIAL: Quiet now! I THINK I hear it... Coming closer It might be nothing. But this close to Thanksgiving could mean it's stuffing. Peter's wolf huffing puffing. With my bong benny hill gonged! I'll catch this buzz. If it was not then? Probably never was. All of a sudden! Her eyes fluttered steady. I'm not an expert! But I know she was ready. No heat! Frost bite? Lucifer questioned Yahwee's master plan Yard sale hoop darts. I kneel naked + Ashamed of my scars - She breathes hard and foul into my ear + I taste fear frog croak licked, so lick -- Wart. Wart. Prince = another aeon of bad leadership. Time manifests itself humpishly ruined. Upon many facets of reality dumpishly spooned. So what! Accommodate. The bible was written by over a thousand pressured shepherds Was my daddy one? Black sheep go baa baa bad? Wolf on the pasture <costumed> Flock falls asleep <scissor stroked> Their fleeces felt so good <so sleep> That I happily wept <tissue off for Christ sake> I can't explain it with mere words <so I won't> But my thoughts hold the symbols <Saturday morning cartoons> The rhyme now grows weak beaked <three dollar bills y'all> Words serve just themselves <and the rich too> As the cracks serve a truer master <weatherman death grin> Erode and shut up! <and his blonde chart holder too> This was a test of the emergency broadcast system. This was only a test <run for it>