writing music makes me such a bollox of pomposity
i look down on people who are not creating great art
to disgruntle the people enough to make this leap forward is a foul hound
stuff bluff and dildo squelch to torment the vintners into palpitating a forehead
whereas you wonder what blusher colour goes best with your neck on a full day
i wonder why the sky is blue and grass is green at least half a time each day glows
a blot de la people sont only din relay shun chips par skuh they are afraid de la being alone
i love the kinks but im not a dedicated follower of fashion if you know what i glean from term shelves
oh god its friday so i am a bit bouncy from formica effervescence a la desmond
trembling pigtails what was that? it just zoomed by in a jiffy
so could the people in the casting pouch douche please leave their couches next to the lingerie statue
unless feign sad unless feign sad ram a lot of pawn ram a lot of pawn now
a true visionary is what we are dealing with who wont be noticed within his own lifetime
and maybe will never be noticed by mere human beings but only by invading aliens of higher intelligence
and does it matter we axe hims fell like a cannonball toxicating menstrual flowers
on the humdinger of bradleys harmonica furnace and thanks for all the cars
inner minge lunge of dextrous left bonk betrothed to benzine ian under cobwebs of face
antelope as long as them nought would be crucially tropical when i was a 15 gears bold
and just because you flea form trouble neither am i to be pending a brasserie
the things I liked to do with the last man i was with may also be the things id like to do with you
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