2004-10-11 | SONG
Mr. Complex has also contributed to my book. Mahalo to Senor Complex.
I received some spammage in my e-mail box yesterday and the subject read: "JESUS LOVES YOU. REFINANCE NOW"Now it's time for some improvisational writing.The t.v. says it's time to sign-off, but I gotta get my rhyme off primer impacto, defacto, I got lost on my way to wise off meet the precedents that set you on your jolly way pressure is an element that ruins every single day coining a phrase from the lost tomb of verbal arts the vault has rusted shut, so now we're firing explosive darts the program is paid for in advance, so you can dance don't forget your pants, and no matter what don't ever switch your stance we're even stevens with the justice league and the aqua team seamen down in the lab with brak, trying to recapture that magic weekend I'm sleepin', so maybe I'm dreamin', if I'm picturing all this nonsense When I wake up I'll still be as slept on as a mattress made for Bronson You got cocaine on your nose, so you had to turn in your bro's Your cousin is too busy with the ladies, to read your poetry and prose perfect strangers in the night, sharing the pleasure and the plight for you we'll leave on the light, and make sure it's not in spite at the post game show we'll have a press conference for the incidental contestants no interviews unless we're discussing the wonder love drug with experimental decongestants to clear the air down there and avoid the unwanted despair just try to blow it away with care, and the enemies will get out of your hair
- premature ejaculation
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