Wednesday, October 12, 2005

leave it on the chimney with the dimwitted mother

squash nights peace with your frightening words. Another wingtipped psydonym smashed your face on a meat can, and still you nark. Tattling never got the truth to stop lying, so taste this dish. How old are you? How do you know? i compare trees growing, drinking water from a sprinkler, explaining to the tree it needs us, so look pretty, damn it! OR we can easily get one that will. Spaced out monkeyman never got a shot, not a chance in the world to put things right. Eat and shit till you die, and don't worry someone will take your place when you need to be gettin on. stale air.