Posted by nrm on 12/15/2006, 2:03 pm how come I push the button for slayer eye ball wiggle contort Questions about miles driven realities & rules only break capital annoying first word letters She didn’t have a wedding ring on ‘Maltida mother’ Its this igloo of robotic normality Its Seymour glass Its taping a hunter s Thompson documentary Its nothing. how come I push the button for slayer Dah kinks sing about cake cheese black lung filled quit trying to be cool Squeeze back spot.
74.192.29.139
squeezing my spots
on shoulder rhythm half drunk
barf illusion episodes after rancid tacos
i’m tired of pansy ass poets like myself
i’m tired of people acting like dogs
sniffing & licking each others rectum
etiquette doofis creeps on
pedestals hawked with malicious baloney
& some awful other heavy metal shit comes on
rejection letter mainstream
so called underground
‘not for us they say’
when one stops conforming
stop inhaling Crisco coca leaves
change dream scope to no past
quit trying to be cool
cause you aint & nothing is
have to keep going back & fixing
Just leave the onions on
I didn’t order anchovies
I asked for a small diet dr pepper
Not this lard of fatty mountain dew
I’d prefer some Riesling
handed her my application
sort of felt some pheromones
Wafting around in mindless air
She was your sexy secretary type
Glasses, nicely dressed
Mosquito bite tits & a crumb drawn butt
but she looked frightened of me
Maybe im paranoid
I’m an asshole
say and do things I never mean
To do or say, and next day
Dwell in tearful regret of insanity
Cause im not sure who I am
or where I need to go
& pink floyds only make
My mind want to smoke something
But jonnie law says no more smoke
For you, cause you been bad.
That will do me in
Its this dam document
All the congressmen signed
Without consulting me
That will be my down fall
Its broken piano men
Hitting power chords
in
THC fogged Michigan basements
cardboard boxes along skid row
Its my trucker feet
Shuffling through snow storms
in search of something to stop me
from blowing my head apart
At 330 in the morning
Only to have it stop taping
Half way through
& some awful other heavy metal shit comes on
eye ball wiggle contort
rejection letter mainstream
realizations that
This is it man
A complete waste of a life
A man who lived
In a pipe dreamed world of stuffed
phony pipe dreams
That hid under
A couch of maybe tomorrow farts
See a oh la ah Lola.. Lola…
jelly grape juice crying fits
of something snap brain jiggle
Water redemption for another
leave town, lift away, talk to Samson
The concrete snow man
sorry sir
Cant hire you
& its always about eggplant headed
yodel banjo picking
Guitar loners
Kissing their spots
counting ones blessings
cause you aint & nothing is
rake leaves all day loser boy
With walk man & monster magnet ears
eyeball wiggle contortionist
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