Yesterdays cussing turned out quite calm as my mind is so errattic from just ticking like a bomb, eventually the ingredients can only do so much, its the love that makes the difference not just what is in the cup. On the cusp of something extraordinary, tickle tonsils with two tongues, what would you call a ladder if it didnt contain rungs?
What use is a bladder if not filling full of piss? Why is it true what they say about ignorance being bliss? If i didnt know half of the things I know today, then I'd probably be happier instead of feeling gay. The connotations of such statements can lead a mind astray, like a coffee can full of ciggarette butts being used as an ashtray.
Todays emotions are quite equestrian to say the least, saddle up and hold your horses whilst I prepare a feast for your eyes to consume as your mind's put at ease, mind your manners if you can. Candle dinner light for one, if your dog had a baby boy would it be your grand dog son?
Flan
Thursday, October 29, 2015
Wednesday, October 28, 2015
Taste test
As i sit in my car and i just post to post cause i got nothing to do, aint got no party to host, i am bored of my life and this same old routine i just wish years ago these events i'd forseen, but no cant have it easy, and no cant be so sleezy. I just want a million dollars, and i know it cliche cheesey.
My life is less than ordinary, me not so much, i love doing things and creating at this point theres no rush to go ahead and do anything, as im standing in my hole. My mind is full of hope, the emptiness is in my soul. There's nothing to make me happy, theres no one who understands, not a soul that i have yet to find can match my likeness as its grand.
I want things to go smoothly but my lifes just like a movie, and the plot is like a tragedy based on something loosely kinda like nothing youve ever seen before, i cant get away cause i cant open the right door.
Now as i sit i think about giving in, giving up or just quitting cause im never gonna win, and that is nothing like me, its like my spirits broke, im like a pepsi cola im the opposite of coke.
My life is less than ordinary, me not so much, i love doing things and creating at this point theres no rush to go ahead and do anything, as im standing in my hole. My mind is full of hope, the emptiness is in my soul. There's nothing to make me happy, theres no one who understands, not a soul that i have yet to find can match my likeness as its grand.
I want things to go smoothly but my lifes just like a movie, and the plot is like a tragedy based on something loosely kinda like nothing youve ever seen before, i cant get away cause i cant open the right door.
Now as i sit i think about giving in, giving up or just quitting cause im never gonna win, and that is nothing like me, its like my spirits broke, im like a pepsi cola im the opposite of coke.
Wednesday, October 14, 2015
Block Uppercut Jab Jab
Forget me not nor this is that if the waffles ate the tacos would the reindeer bother dancing in the cheese like custard hallows.
Ahem, now that we've cleared thy throat lets get down with the stock market and crack jokes like a crashing scheme if you bit off the white wall from tires would the teeth become clean? probably not if the jacking jerk off jockey spilled my coffee come and buy me what ever it is you said you got me.
Its the thought that counts, but its a bit of a buckle. If we both talk in jibber jabber, my job gets all muddled, so you remain crazy and I'll try to find help.
Please don't heckle the butler, he's been through hell, yet he's all fine and dandy but dripping with butter, from dauntless battles with Baron Von Nutter. I'm still on my rocker, all is quite fine and dandy yet tipping coat costings can cover the candle with effortless encompassing indulgence like a scandal.
I wander to Wednesday from Friday and shutter, I remember a turkey, and dishes in a sink and a smell like a gutter, which lingered on for what felt like forever I think, I wondered if I'd ever wake up from said endeavor.
Now here I am and you and ever-ye one, and the sun if it's gone then the moon should be there taking it's place having fun. Squeezing melons is me favorite game, but bursting sea men is equally the same.
Night is day to some its the same but for others it's backwards, them not I do blame. Dukes of hazardous scenarios and rottenest, honestly Im a lattice, or was it lettuce, let me think, If I drive to the arena then that means I couldn't drink.
Ahem, now that we've cleared thy throat lets get down with the stock market and crack jokes like a crashing scheme if you bit off the white wall from tires would the teeth become clean? probably not if the jacking jerk off jockey spilled my coffee come and buy me what ever it is you said you got me.
Its the thought that counts, but its a bit of a buckle. If we both talk in jibber jabber, my job gets all muddled, so you remain crazy and I'll try to find help.
Please don't heckle the butler, he's been through hell, yet he's all fine and dandy but dripping with butter, from dauntless battles with Baron Von Nutter. I'm still on my rocker, all is quite fine and dandy yet tipping coat costings can cover the candle with effortless encompassing indulgence like a scandal.
I wander to Wednesday from Friday and shutter, I remember a turkey, and dishes in a sink and a smell like a gutter, which lingered on for what felt like forever I think, I wondered if I'd ever wake up from said endeavor.
Now here I am and you and ever-ye one, and the sun if it's gone then the moon should be there taking it's place having fun. Squeezing melons is me favorite game, but bursting sea men is equally the same.
Night is day to some its the same but for others it's backwards, them not I do blame. Dukes of hazardous scenarios and rottenest, honestly Im a lattice, or was it lettuce, let me think, If I drive to the arena then that means I couldn't drink.
Friday, October 2, 2015
Oddling Yoddles
A comment to commence the commentary whilst I compensate for my absenteeism its like I been attending with such abstinence I have invisibly indivisible rhythm, obscene and intricately dedicated to be visual.
In an instance I'd assume that the images are arguably unequivocal just like your taste in fashion it's despicably unpredictable.
Dirickulous ain't the word that I mean to say, cause it's ridiculous the things that you think are okay, and it's conspicuous your tongue with the words you lay, in realistic tones with mythical groans the cracking of vacuums in between joints of bones.
Quatrainical optimism spit in your ears through your eyes in your brain and then drown in your tears, life can be ruined or life can be saved, people are scared when its hard to be brave.
People are lame when its more work to be great, people are fat because they chose to be in a state of mass unequal equilibrium, sitting instead of walking, no worky like a split house condominium, choppy are these last words.
Sloppy has gotten my flow, not that I care to be effectively egotistical one must branch into dabbling with mystical mystifying metaphysical crystallizing of anatomical correctness that needs to be addressed with dismal results and bismuth reflecting like rainbow coloured insults.
Puke swallowed then repuked is like work followed by more work. Not to be like maliciously intentionally forward, speaking in riddles is like dancing in line, it's fun to do but unnecessary, and either way it's still fine.
In an instance I'd assume that the images are arguably unequivocal just like your taste in fashion it's despicably unpredictable.
Dirickulous ain't the word that I mean to say, cause it's ridiculous the things that you think are okay, and it's conspicuous your tongue with the words you lay, in realistic tones with mythical groans the cracking of vacuums in between joints of bones.
Quatrainical optimism spit in your ears through your eyes in your brain and then drown in your tears, life can be ruined or life can be saved, people are scared when its hard to be brave.
People are lame when its more work to be great, people are fat because they chose to be in a state of mass unequal equilibrium, sitting instead of walking, no worky like a split house condominium, choppy are these last words.
Sloppy has gotten my flow, not that I care to be effectively egotistical one must branch into dabbling with mystical mystifying metaphysical crystallizing of anatomical correctness that needs to be addressed with dismal results and bismuth reflecting like rainbow coloured insults.
Puke swallowed then repuked is like work followed by more work. Not to be like maliciously intentionally forward, speaking in riddles is like dancing in line, it's fun to do but unnecessary, and either way it's still fine.
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