Tag: Industry Riot

I broke the tip of my pinky

Thinking I’d hit fan preying for the composite to leave me prayers for my ceiling fan

The earth was not equated even

On a short o lore

And gymnast has his head chopped off

Going too low on the bow of a pool

Of metal loooggZzzz,

– poor fool used a trampoline instead of a background.

I lament at shots of bits

Of mineral vitamin frowns

I’m sadddd to say that the End is Near

This was not the way I wanted

Shell-like lame celebrity to heeaarrr

Bears and their honey.

Your Industry Family tried to help you

You bellow with concrete plaster digging out your a-tiprials

I’m concerned for the vascular for you have no heart

Born with one and The Grinch with a Wrich will tear it up –

In sentimeenttsss and sea shanties

Pirate my copy and I still a clocken Walken

With picture prose and all your daliencies recordededdeddd!!!!!zzzZzZxcZzcHhaahhHhh :

It’s unfortunate you’re poor with $500 a week in your wallet, A

Better job that most actors of Broadway and Size 3 shoes

And poet penny penchers

Who wrote Folklore you youuuu –

So it is mysterious that Mass I’ve grave I’ve dug

Some cully wag Hung a DJ and Ill say I produce it myself..

Only to hear of pansies that eat gypsum .my pottery was shit and I ate quick to give you plates at the everyday fix of supermarkets and much greater valuuueee! I hang myself with handed plants of thrifted borunapenture dollar value.

You seem seamlessly grey.

You eat shite of runway and don’t know it’s 6 years past pay.

Your notoriety leaves no humbling and I make the machine label makers and you still can’t organize and leave you children – I will come get them – and find them a new set of paRRRWEEEENNTZZHFHAAaadsssssSSSS because I seem to have found you’re an unfit mother with undeebily doubt fascination of sounds that you fished for no price and refused to eat rice and stuff the ass with glue NyQuil was presuming a ruse and drank it like spit.

You wipe your shit on fans and act like half a pill ain’t a hitt!!!

You lie you’re under 40; you immature wailing bride of no mite – so you obviously do not find men off is something as simple as a height of doootoooTTYHh 6 – is that leaves a quiUYiIckksckk .ted. is no name but talks of game and sciences and raps and ships.

For yours has sailed I hope you wail you’ve been sued for using Another Pen Name.

So I put in pen and dot it black and leave the blue for the artistic whack that even I type on cellular mobile device that reaches every rain.

Ringle em up and step like soft lobster tails drenched in draiiinnnn fluid and schrootud and I put them in very fast cars.

If men of black beards are so very rare and I stare with intuitive natural HaaairiiRrr – not Santa Claus escaping would you save from the waking of nightmare you see or broad campus cellular bejeweled styling. Took one class, never paid it off. You don’t even know to pay. foooorr….~~baaillbaaiiBAIIILLLLLLLLLL.

You tiny crayfish I kept you a wick and not even gumbo will bail you out. You seem so glum. While the blush off your Rust. I hope you think know SharpShooters were not born with sound and made it anymore.

The trench is fit and obviously not split, there’s a peg sticking out the ventriquolist dummy ; they’re paid well bc they do their job to no Vale. And I claim that Victorious. So with what all to do but tell you ;

Doppelgangers Watch Like Rorscharch.

Authenticity is my Allusion you see; punk you’re gonna get run over by a lawnmower sticking those heels and virtuous feels and cops have been made the Anchor.