Prescient Marbles
a man in a grey suit just asked me to dance myself out of a plastic bog household names automatically get ten
out of ten english teachers you could have had none of them were worth admiring self harm is back well i cant
harm anyone else so what choice do i have people forgotten how to scrape shillings from the cervix of a muppet
and is suicide really the end of travelling a lot in a rolling bordello pulled by a truck stop keepers vest mount
golly gosh he used to call it rinky dink back in the day how times have changed god i dont really want to get
drunk but how else am i going to pass the time without being ultra aware of the seminal sloth of my mortal cage
and the slow drawing in of the evening and getting upset at the smallest thing like the neigh doors boor slam
dunking a biscuit into a coop of chicken feed the leave your shoes at the floor is(nt) the last refuge of the amazing
human been getting bored with drinking what is a daughter and who is frankly grovelling i have no problem using
tax payers money to pay for my dislike of condoms when getting fucked just like a crowd rioting inside the pyramid
of plonk void concert in alexandria who would rather kill themselves than confront somebody about sports playing
librarians in an agrarian say the only geniuses who commit suicide are the pebbles of frowned upon surliness
and jaysus i love ginger going silver on a face that teaches me how to maraud in a field full of flowing poppies
the fenian roar shack of the furious davey art her willowing prospects collapsed me to ventilate the bar bit you rate
above the synthesis of bobbling acne with less alchemy on the kickback than on the handler of the mishmash
mange grill electronically beware drone stews rumour has a far coal choir can give painless netherworldness
im not depressed i just want to end my life charcoal burning brad delp ended his life this way in one hundred years
because i cant do what i want there will be nobody in existence who even remembers my existence isnt that great
you probably cant see me because i am invisible but i agree with the foothills of nevadan proxy this karate omnibus
isnt going to make me spit into the shrine of palaces once forgotten by tea totalled cars in the valley of columbus
