I meant to sleep.

[tiptiptiptiptip]

Alex Beekman.
Had his dick out
Ten feet before the bathroom
Ziti, beer, and piss
Depression, towels, and cats
How can one being
To quantiify that

Keep swiggin'
Keep those church bells from ringin'
Keep them demons from a'callin'
But you can call this fucking shit;
I'm all in
Ballin' harder than all sin

Chodes, boats, ropes, and totes
I hope, I hope the man can cope

He can't

Swig again
In your piglette pen
The band begins to play
Then ends

This is but an excercise
To see how rhymes betray ones lies
In time we will not qualify
The way we say things are organized

Despise despise arise and despise

My tip has one of forty eyes,
Bleeding shit into the roving cries

Of saucers full of rectal flies
Dumptruck. Fuck thems silly and roving lies.

The tainted shit falls from the skies.

Yummy

Phlem boiles cummly.

Snot fills the rumbling tumbling blumpkin fumbling
SINK.

Stop the think.
WHETHER WORTHY Ccaps lock can even wink.

MUH ASS. Holy helicopter, I can't belive I sauced the pass.

Welcome my son. Cliche'd lines from slut whore nuns.

Fist me.

Wait this beer isn't quite done yet
Like getting full force death from a drunken corvette
Erect and direct-
ly applied

Hide.
OH WAIT. I LEFT THE RAPE TAPE ON  TAPE.
I INGNORED THE FATE OF BITTERSCAPE
Launch into fll force fist face farcicle streams
of conciousness and iron tower beams

Oh, but onward towards those twisted sexuual dreams.

To quote my main shit stain
tom waits fucks my brain
I can't believ today

"Zuba zaba zuba zaba zuba zaba zay!"