Next Week

[FuckinAcidMan]

Unknown slow grown stoned
To the drone of machines
& the cracking of bones

Home alone
Absolutely zoned
Burning homegrown
Perceptions etched
On a silver platter
& a lead foot

Captive audience twirls
To the sound of drums pounding loudly
Wear the knives in your back proudly

Worn shoes coated in ashes and soot
Split hairs and skinned night-mares
Astral-projection-uber-eats-horror-on-TV-next-week


Spin to win to play again
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[relex_author]

Robot Jox
On the box
Fifteen clocks

Time will pass
In your ass
In the street

How much time
You will know
If you go

One more time
Your not wine
I'm not pine

 

[relex_author]

Oh no
They don't know
One more go

 

[relex_author]

Is this banned
Get me rammed
Inside out

Quite polite
Short in height
Nice and tight

 

[relex_author]

Spin to win
On your chin
What a grin

 

[relex_author]

Macfarlane
Is your name
What a pain.

 

[relex_author]

 

[relex_author]

to cut the story short Robot Jox is a film where people scream a lot, a lot, because of how embarassed they are of someone else's personal challenge challenge challenge

 

[FuckinAcidMan]

holy mother of spam, batman. that's a cool robot tho.

 

[relex_author]

This ain't spam
Like I ran
To my nan