Saturday, December 11, 2010
The World Of The Homosexuality Restroom Roll
The World Of The Homosexuality Restroom Roll
the dream of the friend who met his match and lived in a wonderful gothic home with pot bellied
working class geniuses of music is a dream of type pipe in a dramatic turnaround today
the people who are unable to urinate in enclosed spaces now are unstable to ruminate in continents
of pope and spaces oh god there is a man here who reminds me so much of pretending in his demeanour
and the way he talks so precisely i am such a gayphobe it is just having probably so many years
left that makes the dropout life a no-no oh if i was sixty i would be so delighted to plough on
but then when i am seventy i will feel like i have not got enough time left
like having an extra roll of restroom paper do you have a spare restroom roll for your mother
what is an album dont you mean a folder on my external hard drive artists are grouped together
by artist name and within each artists folder the songs are grouped together in differently named folders
how can anyone possibly hold a piece of music in their hands i thought music was a sound
but actually i would love to hold the sound of a laughing hyena in my hands
that would be so much better than being able to listen that sound to whenever i to wanted why
dont more bisexual people like chart music why dont less transgendered people like traditional music
i was in the cloudy catlick the other oíche and all the transgendered people had bodhrans on their heads
and some of the drag kings were playing the fiddle me diss me at your pearl
if a song needs to rely on words to be enchantingly then the music must be deficient
when the music is amazing then the words become very irrelevant in light of the brand new
chinese proverb detailing the lack of introspection for people who would deal with a potential medical
condition with stoicism are digging up my garden and planting pc monitors in my tricep
the dream of the friend who met his match and lived in a wonderful gothic home with pot bellied
working class geniuses of music is a dream of type pipe in a dramatic turnaround today
the people who are unable to urinate in enclosed spaces now are unstable to ruminate in continents
of pope and spaces oh god there is a man here who reminds me so much of pretending in his demeanour
and the way he talks so precisely i am such a gayphobe it is just having probably so many years
left that makes the dropout life a no-no oh if i was sixty i would be so delighted to plough on
but then when i am seventy i will feel like i have not got enough time left
like having an extra roll of restroom paper do you have a spare restroom roll for your mother
what is an album dont you mean a folder on my external hard drive artists are grouped together
by artist name and within each artists folder the songs are grouped together in differently named folders
how can anyone possibly hold a piece of music in their hands i thought music was a sound
but actually i would love to hold the sound of a laughing hyena in my hands
that would be so much better than being able to listen that sound to whenever i to wanted why
dont more bisexual people like chart music why dont less transgendered people like traditional music
i was in the cloudy catlick the other oíche and all the transgendered people had bodhrans on their heads
and some of the drag kings were playing the fiddle me diss me at your pearl
if a song needs to rely on words to be enchantingly then the music must be deficient
when the music is amazing then the words become very irrelevant in light of the brand new
chinese proverb detailing the lack of introspection for people who would deal with a potential medical
condition with stoicism are digging up my garden and planting pc monitors in my tricep