here's the scoop: swallow my dick and chug my load, your fucking story is getting old
everyones a fucking critic
[Fingers:] 1-900-USA-NAILS
[Prisoner:] "operator I love you.
Operator, I would never leave you...
Operator I love to see your face pressed up against the glass.
I need to hear the way your tongue tastes in my ear..."
[Operator:] "Put the receiver to your chest
and let me know who loves you best."
[Prisoner:] "The county sheriff said that my baby is dead.
They found him in some trash can, blue all clenched and chewed.
Don't judge me, I'm not his real mother,
I couldn't even recognize his face, his tears of wax,
his skin like a subway running over spinal tracks.
Operator can I confide you?
They haven't got an ounce of proof!
Those pigs locked me up to see what color i'd rot into!
(It wasn't me it was my false tiger limbs..
It wasn't me it was the garbage gryphon!)
When i walk i wald alone (operator come on!),
when I watch you through the phone (operator come on)
and depupil these lonely eyes,
the love scenes grafted to the sky are making me cry...
1-900-USA-NAILS (oh baby)
I get one phone call a day from Molson County jail...
[Operator:] 1-900-USA-NAILS.
98 cents per minute cash or credit, check or debit...
[noticeable pause]
[Prisoner:] Operator-rator wont you tell me again!
Operator-rator yeah you're my only friend!
[Operator:] "Do you remember that night in the back of daddy's car...
strumming the chords of your pubic guitar...
the way you tasted like a movie star...
the way the windsheild reflected the sunrise,
the way the light tattooed your thighs...
You're the most beautiful girl in the whole wide world...
your time is up, till next time! We'll send you a bill."
[Prisoner:] Listen....
can you hear the buildings crumbling in slow motion?
Blow me up like a baloon we'll float over the ocean!
Listen...can you hear them taking me away,
don't tell the fucking guards what i've said.
Can you see the angels stringing wires through my face?
[Operator:] Meet me next week, same time, same place.
i make a crazy telephone lady. Ode to the cubicle receptionist in her dainty little chair. You're probably asking how the likes of me got to spend a glorious day like today answering 7 lines and gracing freight fowarders and such... my mom brought me here.
i got my last vaccine this morning (done baby! i'm so fucking through withthat shit and look, i'm alive too!) and since we were already at BFE flagler, figures. HENCE THE BIRTH OF THE TELEPHONE LADY!
haha, it hurt like a bitch cause my usual nurse Grizelda wasn't there to administer and this hoe put it higher in the less fleshier area. oh well. i feel like a cynic and i'm off for a little break.
ok but look what i stumbled upon. thats kinda odd.http://www.instanteulogy.org/
instant eulogy. jaysus!
gorgeous. it's on my hip in aproximately a year. minus the hand
[Fingers:] 1-900-USA-NAILS
[Prisoner:] "operator I love you.
Operator, I would never leave you...
Operator I love to see your face pressed up against the glass.
I need to hear the way your tongue tastes in my ear..."
[Operator:] "Put the receiver to your chest
and let me know who loves you best."
[Prisoner:] "The county sheriff said that my baby is dead.
They found him in some trash can, blue all clenched and chewed.
Don't judge me, I'm not his real mother,
I couldn't even recognize his face, his tears of wax,
his skin like a subway running over spinal tracks.
Operator can I confide you?
They haven't got an ounce of proof!
Those pigs locked me up to see what color i'd rot into!
(It wasn't me it was my false tiger limbs..
It wasn't me it was the garbage gryphon!)
When i walk i wald alone (operator come on!),
when I watch you through the phone (operator come on)
and depupil these lonely eyes,
the love scenes grafted to the sky are making me cry...
1-900-USA-NAILS (oh baby)
I get one phone call a day from Molson County jail...
[Operator:] 1-900-USA-NAILS.
98 cents per minute cash or credit, check or debit...
[noticeable pause]
[Prisoner:] Operator-rator wont you tell me again!
Operator-rator yeah you're my only friend!
[Operator:] "Do you remember that night in the back of daddy's car...
strumming the chords of your pubic guitar...
the way you tasted like a movie star...
the way the windsheild reflected the sunrise,
the way the light tattooed your thighs...
You're the most beautiful girl in the whole wide world...
your time is up, till next time! We'll send you a bill."
[Prisoner:] Listen....
can you hear the buildings crumbling in slow motion?
Blow me up like a baloon we'll float over the ocean!
Listen...can you hear them taking me away,
don't tell the fucking guards what i've said.
Can you see the angels stringing wires through my face?
[Operator:] Meet me next week, same time, same place.
i make a crazy telephone lady. Ode to the cubicle receptionist in her dainty little chair. You're probably asking how the likes of me got to spend a glorious day like today answering 7 lines and gracing freight fowarders and such... my mom brought me here.
i got my last vaccine this morning (done baby! i'm so fucking through withthat shit and look, i'm alive too!) and since we were already at BFE flagler, figures. HENCE THE BIRTH OF THE TELEPHONE LADY!
haha, it hurt like a bitch cause my usual nurse Grizelda wasn't there to administer and this hoe put it higher in the less fleshier area. oh well. i feel like a cynic and i'm off for a little break.
ok but look what i stumbled upon. thats kinda odd.http://www.instanteulogy.org/
instant eulogy. jaysus!
gorgeous. it's on my hip in aproximately a year. minus the hand