THE LOSER SUCKS THREE DICKS THE WINNER SUCKS FOUR

Get the fuck off yr face and off yr arse and get amongst it.

DIE HARD WITH A VEGANANCE

WHAT DO YOU KETAMEAN

WHICH IS THE RAINFOREST
IT ISNT THE BIG CONSCIENCE WE PROVOKE INDEED
YET ANOTHER ROAD TRIP ON THE BRINK OF MENTALITY
REALITY
YOU'RE ABOUT TO CREDIT ME WITH EVERYTHING YOU DID
YES GRACEY, IT'S A DOUBLE CHEESEBURGER.
CHEESEBURGERS ARE LIKE FEMALE ORGASMS.
ASHTRAY PAYDAY BUMPER RUN WEDNESDAY
NO MONEY FOR SMOKES BUT MONEY FOR KETAMINE
AINT NEEDED FOR CEMENTING A CONCEPTUAL SCENE
DEFEAT THE FEEN
THE BURNING OF THE MASSES AS THEY PARTAKE IN THE SAME CHEMICAL BURN I PUT UP MY NOSE.
STUPID MONKEYS WILL ALWAYS PAY YOU BACK, UNLESS YOU TAKE SEPTUM STRUGGLE, OR CHOOSE TO INJECT ON THE TRACKS.
ZEK HAS A HABIT AFTER HE HAS BILLS, HE RUBS HIS LEGS.
AS IF YOU ARE SALIENT, WAYNES WORLD ENDS, IT ALL DEPENDS ON THE SIZE OF HER HEADS.
MAKE ME AN ALCOHOLIC DRINK.
RIDE YOUR HOUSE, HOME AND HEROIN INTO THE NEXT TOWN, NEXT TIME BRING A PACKET OF BISCUITS. SHOOT TO KILL, AIM TO THRILL, THE SIGHTS I'VE SEEN WILL MAKE US ETERNAL,
SPEAK YOUR MILEY CYRUS VIRUS WHILE I WATCH LINDSAY LOHAN DO A STRIPTEASE.
LIKE CLACK.
CLICK.
YOU TOYS WILL CATCH A FAIR ONE, AN INSANE SICKO AFTER THE ONE YOU SON.

BEEF WITH ME AND THEN TURN VEGAN.
FLICKS WHEN I CAN BE FUCKED.

ONE/

"WE'LL BRING GUNS WHEN THEY BRING KNIVES, THEY'LL MAKE US STRUGGLE TO SURVIVE, SO THERE'S NOT MUCH WE CAN DO WITH OUR LIVES, BUT JUST WAIT 'TIL TWENTY TWELVE, THE YOUTH ARE GONNA RISE"
AMZEK

ONE SIZE FITS ALL

I need to cap that with a full colour of full cans not just scraps, that wall deserves more. HIGH DANNII!!

Congratulations, You're pregnant.

Like I give a fuck. See nang, huff mang, you ain't from the same fam, I'll sell you a stomped gram, nuts since they made crunchy cereal, and if you get a heater off of me it's gonna be missing the serial. I ain't going nowhere, so keep ya toasters tucked tight, pawn takes rook when you hear a bump in the night. So say it takes two, one plus one equals a window, into your soul, sneaker sole seizures, if the shoe fits, blade to your features, wanna impress me, bring your whole posse, line em up, then sit em down quietly, cos BANG YOU'RE DEAD, the self destructive society react violently, and I don't care about my reputation, drag it through the mud, cos' I burn you all day, everything you heard is TRUE BLUD.

HKSF UTBP XD BAS
SCARY FREAKS AND STAUNCH GEEKS LURKING THESE STREETS WITH TRICKS NOT TREATS.





It's called Wednesday. Where you going? To get your stupid pills.

PANORAMA

I'm
Not
Nic
Cage.























KEEP REAL HOMIES FOR LIFE.

EVERYTIME IM IN THE CITY I KEEP A DUTCH WITH ME

EVERYONE IS GIVEN A THIRD EYE AT BIRTH
GIVE ME YOUR MONEY
FUCK YOU ARE A SELFISH CUNT
NO SMACK TALK
FOR THAT BITCHES SAKE I HOPE YOUR PARROT OF A PROTEGE STEPS THE CORRECT WAY.

"ITS OK I MAKE 'EM LOOK THE OTHER WAY
I ALMOST CAUGHT A CASE ABOUT THAT THE OTHER DAY"

Frankenberry junkie for the mop, back when I was a pincushion for the peon trade, she was a flower, a vagina on display. Fronting on a king, I flipped it once, that drug haze got toned down, that white girl ain't a white girl. So get back on it, stop trying to fund your phony photographic prescriptions. You were born premie, I'm too high, you can't see me.

Word placement.





I got a right hook for you to feel,
It ain't a big deal,
I wasn't born with a heart,
So apart from your girlfriend, what else to steal?

NOTHING

I've got heaps of flicks but I can't be fucked uploading them. I feel possessed by the points of possession, a transgression from depression, the spark that flint that starts the new session. Bacteria poisoning, you are your new car smell, depths of heaven to the heights of hell, it will cure ailments from AIDS to that morning breath smell, try poking a dot and end up with ya dick lopped off, suck an egg or die laying it.

SMACKING ROOKIES

Some say it was the eyes, some said it was the accent,
Alotta' guys wonder were there wallets went.















Don't call her wifey if you met her at a freak show.

DOWNTOWN SATISFACTION

So last night Billie Jean, D Banga and I hit up An Intimate night with Petula Clarke. Thanks for the tickets Vinka and Billie, the seats were INSANE.





The lighting was fucked for an iPhone camera. I kept making Billie wolf whistle, cos I can't wolf whistle. Fucking roll my R's either.
After an AMAZING show, with great old mate old boys and ladies spinning yarns in intermission, I saw a sign. Well, I didn't see it until I had waited for an usher to look the other way and had jumped on stage.



I took this after I nearly got sprung for being backstage because the sound dude knew I was on the lurrrk. Just fed him a Big Mac of bullcrap and jetted up stairs, BJ and DBanga in tow.
Wrong way.
Then we found a way into a meet and greet.
We were quickly sheparded out with the rest of the punters trying to get a signature. But it's me man.
I spun some wool and 15 minutes later, Feen, Dan and I were backstage.
The VIP meet and greet.
No sandwiches though, or rider either. Disappointed P'toolz.



I was wearing shorts and a hoody. I felt, different.



You know he would of fed the ducks over her when he was young. Jesus Christ. Look at him.





I even got a one question interview with her about the REAL meaning of Downtown. ONLY THING IS THAT FUCKING IPHONE NOTE DICTAPHONE DIDNT WORK AND HER NAZI MANAGER WAS A DOG.
I did dictate it to Dan when we went got zooted afterwards, so i'm sure it was feasible.



Feen copped a 20 dollar program.



I just got this signed. Fuck your whole crew homie, I'm more hated, even my mums uterus wanted to disown me.

Was a good night.