Things can only get butter
walking through a book spine
But all thought shattered - was a nutter.
doing his best not to slip through the pages
what. whyd you write that?
All have homes, but few a hat
The Kaiser would say "Aus"
There may be a question upon all of that!
A tralia would say bus
A stark notation of this bleak wandering
My penis is named Gus
A bookmark for Dewey
I want to ride the short bus
False spoken, said that these lines were hoo-ee.
When all folk fall on the shit stuffs
Say call for the pigeons if you wanna coo.
Homophobics a drag
I have been led astray
Stark naked with flesh radiant
But what is there left to say?
Aturn this awful gradient
There is no more
With spoken awful sadian...
she was a whore
mouthing unutterable awe
But she held the floor
Yes, we do live in a wonderful world
Your mom is a horse.
But Kilroy was not.
Yes, he was not, because he fought.
What a wonderful new force.
And yet he was cought.
Bla bloo bla.
Cough cough he coughth; twas the cough
I'm relatively pleased with myself as well
He couldn't get off
Still there were boxes in the loft
I like cheese.
Fredrick ate the sperm whale
For those who those and am alone
A sheer bucket of sense would pale
Long the rolling waves have tossed our hair
So she could go retrieve the mail
Breathing was difficult in this touch of life
Troubling task without legs
Having big testicles will help you get a wife
MY PENIS HURTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Drinking diarrhea is the meaning of life
See a doctor, dear mortal.
And then he said NO! to his wife.
Incapable to sort all.
But she kept saying yes, like a shrew
and all i could do was bid her adieu
I was I just admit
And never redress, well maybe a few...
And so, I threw a fit
I do like to take a big poo
Tiny little spider, riding on a tiger
Big Anime Tiddes
jump, little one
My boyfriend said this
And I did again
to me while we turned fingers into bleach
I couldn't explain
Hallowed as th eold witch
why, just why
He sighed and hiked up his britches
The plain is sand, as which it lie
pausing to wipe on the curtain
beyond this we do not know
The cat who was there, was uncertain.
But someone all at once delighted in the know
head on keyboard. again. again. again.
and many more to come
Sanity is lost on the sane sane sane
more morons moroning monontonously moronic more
Flight be lost on the plane wane, David Blaine
It was the logic who fell first to the floor
The one who got away in the plane
It was the heart that ran first to the door
crush leaves with your fingers
And the mind fell tumbled to the floor