insane with sobriety
tiny hands grasping. no. sit down. here. now, eat.
open your mouth for- no. sit. stop that. just stop.
oh, you don't want any? then you get to stay in the chair.
escape to a new paragraph (stanza perhaps? costanza mayhaps?)
some people say love is a motherfucker
some people call me the space cowboy.
you know i hate that fucking song.
tippie toes. up. stay up. higher.
you're not bending enough. straighten up!
(and then the toes break. one by one)
chk
chk
chk
chk
CHIK! (that's one of the big ones)
CHIK! (there's the other one)
chk
chk
chk
chk
my dad used to pull on my toes like that.
he also gave me noogies but called them "dutch rubs." the only reasoning i can come up with for this is that he's really fucking old. 69! hahaha
i like that. he's got more personality than me, that's for sure.
YOU LIGHT THAT AND YOU SMOKE IT! SMOKE IT UNTIL IT COMES OUT OF YOUR FUCKING EYES!
pogopopepogopopepogopopepogopope
it was at that point that anne came upon a clearing in the corn field. there were four boys crucified there. except, not like jesus. like peter. hung upside down. their hair stretched towards the muddy terrain like tiny gymnists' arms reaching for rings. their hands and faces were all smudged with mud, like they'd tried to rub them off. maybe they looked wrong.
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah do it! do it! (say that with rhythm, it's fun)
a chorus of angels
a corpse of tangles
a court of stranglers
ugh...just messin around, gang.
open your mouth for- no. sit. stop that. just stop.
oh, you don't want any? then you get to stay in the chair.
escape to a new paragraph (stanza perhaps? costanza mayhaps?)
some people say love is a motherfucker
some people call me the space cowboy.
you know i hate that fucking song.
tippie toes. up. stay up. higher.
you're not bending enough. straighten up!
(and then the toes break. one by one)
chk
chk
chk
chk
CHIK! (that's one of the big ones)
CHIK! (there's the other one)
chk
chk
chk
chk
my dad used to pull on my toes like that.
he also gave me noogies but called them "dutch rubs." the only reasoning i can come up with for this is that he's really fucking old. 69! hahaha
i like that. he's got more personality than me, that's for sure.
YOU LIGHT THAT AND YOU SMOKE IT! SMOKE IT UNTIL IT COMES OUT OF YOUR FUCKING EYES!
pogopopepogopopepogopopepogopope
it was at that point that anne came upon a clearing in the corn field. there were four boys crucified there. except, not like jesus. like peter. hung upside down. their hair stretched towards the muddy terrain like tiny gymnists' arms reaching for rings. their hands and faces were all smudged with mud, like they'd tried to rub them off. maybe they looked wrong.
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah do it! do it! (say that with rhythm, it's fun)
a chorus of angels
a corpse of tangles
a court of stranglers
ugh...just messin around, gang.