i had a load of crap in my ass, i sort of let it fall with a splassshhhh, i named it after you, and performed a voodoo ceremony then, i flushed it down. I DID FLUSH YOU DOWN TO THE SEWERS UNDERGROUND. you were on your own, with the rest of turds and yucky waste, saving face, pretending to be wise, in disguise as something clean and nice, not belonging to the queue of rotting TAMPONS, PUKE AND SLIME. THE RATS HAVE NAMED YOU KING AND SPREAD YOUR GERMS...... now there's a grave disease with many dead, infecting me and mine, lying in bed, every leg is spread by the buboes and the military line.

the plague

horror movie

Whaaaaat

a simple mixup, lost the formula, left deviceless in the mud… lackadaisical lady, sleep all day away, never get outta bed. i know, i know i know, i KNOW.

feel the power of making decisions, can't seem to stop laughing, a joke it's a joke it's a joke you take it for granted, escape to a prison, i know, i know i know, i know, i KNOW.

(……..bossa NOVA…..)

suck the fruit, eat the grass, you cow, you bitch, you nobody. suck the fruit, eat the grass you cow you bitch you nobody

bossa NOVA

this critter scurried up to me and demanded cold hard cash.... i stomped his adorable little ass and took everything he had on him. with it i bought a pack of cigarettes and some sweet tarts

Squirrels don't like money (bonanza)

Flick off

An OUMUPO piece whereby I took from Riemenschneider the first beat which includes an F# (fis) followed by the first beat including a G flat (ges), then the next F#, and so on...

Fish & Geese

Opera

oh she got some female intuition, clear as the sky of blue. he got some animal attraction, but she sees right through. oh she aint no stranger to disaster but she laughed, ha ha ha, when he had a dream about his sister and the things they used to do.

let the milk run dry and blame your mother, she don't know what happens in your room. greasy hot dog frying on the asphalt, makes you want to climb back in the womb.

soon enough, there'll be no reconciliation, no reward. in the end, you can't deny that we're all just getting older, there's no time for next of kin.

let the milk run dry and blame your mother, she don't know what happens in your room. greasy hot dog frying on the asphalt, makes you want to climb back in the womb.

bossa NOVA

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