One for trippers and journey agents alike.....
Lunar. See?
It was like all these lines someone drew on the road.
Then theres just this guy ripping papers and shit but he’s laughing.
Ooh ahh the mystical seeker….
Just blame your farts on other people.
This bird down the pub who drinks gin and tonic. No one drinks that anymore.
Scraping sound like old bits of metal or something.
Watching some fat, bald guy punching a horse.
Trig fairy.
Oh I’m so old and frail ohhhh ohhhhh look at my wrinkellllls HAHA
Hmmmmm
“Errr could you define defile…..”
That is pretty funny but I didn’t say it, so yeah.
Bleh bleh bleh running black thing on the beach
Hahaha I’m just like kicking these huge rocks down a hill so they smash the trees!
Jesus and the Dominatrix. The lost station.
I’m good…No, I’m good. I’m good! Aren’t I?
And in that moment of triumph, he crushed the moon with his thumb and forefinger.
“There’s that fat cunt with all food and chips and shit hanging off his face, he could never control himself.”
VerbaTim VerbaTim VerbaTim.
As you can see I haven’t moved very far.
Why do you have to squeeeeze every tube to the end?
Dainty dainty me oh my, pretty polly is soooo pretty.
Bing, bing, bing….ping pong poker man with a scar on his face.
Orange soda in one of the long fancy glasses you see at the old ameri-can milk bars.
Forgive them father, they’re all ok guys, they just can’t express they’re feelings.
And by the way, I’m a fuckwit. *wink*
Pinocchio jerks off in the back garden sometimes.
I’m a green bin liner with those yellow tags that you pull up at the top.
Whimsee whimsee whimsee. Whi^msy daisy.
Everyone wants to fuck me.
Bzzzzzzzzz
Look at me, I’m an idiot. Duhhhhhh. See?
This guy with hundreds of splinters in his skin but he doesn’t mind.
She knew it. She’d known all her life.
A little boy smiles into the gates of hell.
Lunar. See?
It was like all these lines someone drew on the road.
Then theres just this guy ripping papers and shit but he’s laughing.
Ooh ahh the mystical seeker….
Just blame your farts on other people.
This bird down the pub who drinks gin and tonic. No one drinks that anymore.
Scraping sound like old bits of metal or something.
Watching some fat, bald guy punching a horse.
Trig fairy.
Oh I’m so old and frail ohhhh ohhhhh look at my wrinkellllls HAHA
Hmmmmm
“Errr could you define defile…..”
That is pretty funny but I didn’t say it, so yeah.
Bleh bleh bleh running black thing on the beach
Hahaha I’m just like kicking these huge rocks down a hill so they smash the trees!
Jesus and the Dominatrix. The lost station.
I’m good…No, I’m good. I’m good! Aren’t I?
And in that moment of triumph, he crushed the moon with his thumb and forefinger.
“There’s that fat cunt with all food and chips and shit hanging off his face, he could never control himself.”
VerbaTim VerbaTim VerbaTim.
As you can see I haven’t moved very far.
Why do you have to squeeeeze every tube to the end?
Dainty dainty me oh my, pretty polly is soooo pretty.
Bing, bing, bing….ping pong poker man with a scar on his face.
Orange soda in one of the long fancy glasses you see at the old ameri-can milk bars.
Forgive them father, they’re all ok guys, they just can’t express they’re feelings.
And by the way, I’m a fuckwit. *wink*
Pinocchio jerks off in the back garden sometimes.
I’m a green bin liner with those yellow tags that you pull up at the top.
Whimsee whimsee whimsee. Whi^msy daisy.
Everyone wants to fuck me.
Bzzzzzzzzz
Look at me, I’m an idiot. Duhhhhhh. See?
This guy with hundreds of splinters in his skin but he doesn’t mind.
She knew it. She’d known all her life.
A little boy smiles into the gates of hell.
