Don't put it on
Craving the tearfull joy of the growing homes. Bring the girls back from the grounds, they fail to hammer the rinds. Real feelings read like a dreadfull head cold. Run from the casual reds and yellows of yeilding bratwurst like the hole left in my gears. Old pins on the wall grey with the dust of grown up deals in the dark corner of my heels. Dream crawling hair with a twist of beers and zion like the video collection in the house of bars. Myself included doesn't need the perception hailing fretfull bams from the head of the man on the corner of ha-ha and quotes of Howdy Doody in the workers feed.
Freaks of nature deacon in the ocean like a grass fail have got more your than fear seer takes the cake like treding been over har har har mead drinking like the army of cavemen states on the burning jail time jail time freckles on the heart of a puppy with a horrible bone coming out of his friends face. Smelling all the time telling them deads veens of gentlemen in the secret ploy of your boss old school. Cream of wheat
is the cream on the crame cram fried bastard on the clowns moon from the end of his eye. Pick one of those up and look at this, it doesn't crap on the dog. Pants ass are built did you do this. I'll do it but I grow tired. Butler.
Freaks of nature deacon in the ocean like a grass fail have got more your than fear seer takes the cake like treding been over har har har mead drinking like the army of cavemen states on the burning jail time jail time freckles on the heart of a puppy with a horrible bone coming out of his friends face. Smelling all the time telling them deads veens of gentlemen in the secret ploy of your boss old school. Cream of wheat
is the cream on the crame cram fried bastard on the clowns moon from the end of his eye. Pick one of those up and look at this, it doesn't crap on the dog. Pants ass are built did you do this. I'll do it but I grow tired. Butler.