dialectic two-steppin'
Thru the hole in my box I can watch Mrs. Give-A-Potato Head go to work. She rides a moped.
Their heads were bowed but mine wasn't. So I saw Jesus snatch those kids, those other non-believin' kids. I supposed I was pure because I hadn't gone to look at the dirdy magazines in the woods. Only evil happens in the woods. That's a myth from the northwest, where they roast owls in their easy bake ovens.
meet the fine people of Atlantis, tanned and sandy:
In my spare time, I read
and spread the legs of the Lord
Stories of True Grit!
who has a nasty sea oat caught 'twixt his teeth
who knows all about Martin and his sea oat.
she couldna give less
of a damn:
and our daughters with showers of expectations.
applaud the neutral heart. only jumpstart the leapers.
(1) how lonely (drippy) you are
(2) how Bushmill's Dystopia hardens a man
(3) if you need a straw or not
(4) how long it takes to open a can of
    Barney's gefilte fish
(5) how lonely you is on Sundays when
    the sun dont rise
maybe if you're lucky, she'll kick you in your ass.