Screaming scarecrows,

Tearing rare flows,

Flooding houses,

Letting hair grow,

Housing hungry,

Hungry hippos,

Throwing punches,

Punching lino,

Crunching numbers,

Under eggshells,

Shell yr soul,

A mole to most men,

Send an S.O.S. back home man,

Stone the crows and roll the stone man,

Claude Van Damme will take the role,

Rolling over,

Scrolling scrolls and,

Holding shady honour rolls,

Behold the rolls of fat she folds,

Inhaling static,

T.V. game shows,

Show some hate and hug the dry wall.

Chicken Coopin'

Rippin spitten’ kitten 

shittin’ finger lickin’ 

anus splitten’ chicken 

coopin’ tale bone

 tearing torn the

 teathered tied together.

 Bitchin’ fishin’

 trippin’ now the weathers

 getting better

 and I’m itchin’ inside

elbows, scratchin’,

 hatching from an egg

 an’ catchin’

 kitchen cupboard rats

 and flat pack helicopters

 cardboard hard hat,

 scarred and crippled,

 toppled, tippled nipples,

 wittled worm 

from spit and piss

 it’s hard to hear

 the sushi

 cookin’ especially

 from where your lookin’,

 hastily replace the taste,

 wasting,

 wait embrace the hate or state

 the latest greatest breakaway erase the haste,

 it’s time to take a holiday inside your face

 or face the fear and listen hear

 cause we are getting nowhere near

, stear clear,

 fancy free,

 from triple tiered apathy.

 Buttered ears

 fried in beer

 eye spie tye die

 disappear

. Psyched replies from pickled pirates sickly sweet and sterilised.

A Touch of cloth

Proof has nothing to do with desert

Cheaper than a rotten salad, mad that I’m not getting madder, saddest of the saddest sadists, made of meat remains and gravy. Lazy. Licking loveless lepers salt and pepper sneezes. Far from frozen but she’s stuck, abusive letters of the alphabet. Working up a sweat and turning down requests. Returning stolen sweater vests, detested salad dressing less infected, feeling feelingless reviving dead and dying pets, a feline fried in semen piss and sweat 12.5 friends vomit on the internet. Place yr bets and make yr bed. Remain awake, remove the head he said aloud (inside his head) the dirt replied, “You tried yr best, instead of heating week old veg compare the price, point out the edge” Regression, Pre-reccesion far too stressed to make a poor impression leave a lazy definition or a weak excuse, gone fishing. Lose the proof and keep the pudding, raised the roof and took it with him.

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Barely Believable Butter

BEAVIS AND BUTTHEAD EVOLUTION SUCKS FULL EPISODE

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