I am a gradually opening door.
The more time I spend in this place of my head, the more I like the way you look from where I’m standing.
So the cute Cypriot lost that tennis game, but we whupped the cricket, so I’m ok. Balls and whistles.
I will burn you mudders. Wit my whup-ass stick of no lagwage bitch. Suk on tat. I da boss! Da BOSS.
Where exactly are the four/165 places Neil Finn intends to kiss that woman in “Throw your arms around me” ?? I wish I could shed my skin, like snakes! Man that would be so cool! But then I wouldn’t have arms to throw around Neil Finn. Shoot.
Lately I’ve been trying to record more of my music, it’s hard work but it’s sorta getting there. All it proves is that I am insane, and that follows into my wacky recording techniques which mostly involve hacking up snippets of that show “King of Queens” over some guitar frills in Am. Hell, it’s still better than that fucking Bernard Fanning song. Gad damnit! I could spank his bearded amazingly musically talented just not on his own ass into the next hottest 100. Get back with Powderfinger where I respect, nay love you with all my body, bitch!
I beat like a drum, drum tight skin and sweating beaters, longing for a little future faces, keeping the rhythm. I can’t wait until I beat out 18 years. Booze and casino for this sprightly pumpkin.
I wish you were all in my pants. I’ll have to settle for you, you and…. Maybe you later, if I feel good.
So the cute Cypriot lost that tennis game, but we whupped the cricket, so I’m ok. Balls and whistles.
I will burn you mudders. Wit my whup-ass stick of no lagwage bitch. Suk on tat. I da boss! Da BOSS.
Where exactly are the four/165 places Neil Finn intends to kiss that woman in “Throw your arms around me” ?? I wish I could shed my skin, like snakes! Man that would be so cool! But then I wouldn’t have arms to throw around Neil Finn. Shoot.
Lately I’ve been trying to record more of my music, it’s hard work but it’s sorta getting there. All it proves is that I am insane, and that follows into my wacky recording techniques which mostly involve hacking up snippets of that show “King of Queens” over some guitar frills in Am. Hell, it’s still better than that fucking Bernard Fanning song. Gad damnit! I could spank his bearded amazingly musically talented just not on his own ass into the next hottest 100. Get back with Powderfinger where I respect, nay love you with all my body, bitch!
I beat like a drum, drum tight skin and sweating beaters, longing for a little future faces, keeping the rhythm. I can’t wait until I beat out 18 years. Booze and casino for this sprightly pumpkin.
I wish you were all in my pants. I’ll have to settle for you, you and…. Maybe you later, if I feel good.
posted by Cal Samson at 8:51 PM
2 Comments:
Hey
Just saw an ad for pancake day and it reminded me of you, so I thought id leave u a comment so u know how much i love you...well better go watch simpsons...xoxoxo
Mmmm, pakes are indeed pleasing.
As is Homer and co. Jolly good show you might say chums.
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