Friday, January 29, 2010

Xanax Panic.



Gargle down stolen Passiona. Those bitter caplets are from Capulet not Montegue.
ASSASSIN DUCK NOW
They have wellingtons on, trunging through the mud.
A shot rings out and everyone drops, one mans mouth grazing a wooden box, leaving his tongue tasting the rainbow, writhign around in a puddle of dirt and rain.
The humidity didn't help. Val Kilmer's experiments continued like Hitler's and there was peace restored to our great nation.
Then they started again.
Pop pop, the sound of modern day catapults throwing dead AIDS patients into our hospitals.
NAME BRAND NEVER GENERIC.

to ask a question;
inquiry.

THERE IS A SWEAT MARK ON YOUR ASSERTED FACE, LOOK AT YOUR LOOK AND YOU DONT FOOL YOURSELF. SUCKERS NEED BODYGUARDS AND YOUR SKIN IS PROACTIV. MY EARS JUST FELL OUT BECAUSE OF A WRX MILO TIN LETTING ONE GO NEXT TO MY HOUSE.

Don't fool them more than once, that's just unsportsmanlike. EVERY CREEPY CREVICE IS FOUND. CREEP WHILST YOU SLEEP. BUT YOU CREEPS OUT THERE, YOU JUST SUCKED ALOT OF COCK TO GET REGURGITATED. WHERE WAS THE LOVE FOR THE GAME?

ITS NOT NBA JAM YOU GUYS, ITS A REAL CULTURE.
You were'nt even on the reserves when we started playing Streetball. So you know your wack, you just jerked the right right hand mans roger.

And you vultures will get your come uppance. Just wait. If Grey and Amaze can ruin with a fluro green filled fire extinguisher than imagine what could happen with a few tins of chrome.

I DIGRESS, NOT DIGEST.
The cunt couldn't eat his own dinner, even if his boyfriend made it for him. I have no respect, that's why you don't respect me.
Say that to my face and watch it fade to black, then red, then Medicare.
Marlboros.

I need a cigarette, since I haven't found my pouch, it's bumper time.
JUST LIKE LUNA PARK.

I met a decent hearted prostitute next to Luna Park. She bared her soul to me in the car park, then shot up Amphetamines.

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