REAL SHIT FOR YA DOME PIECE COLOURING IN BOOK FUCKERS

Nah I honestly love you Tony. Like, reacharound kinda love. Yeah baby. Hold me closer Tony Danza.
WHO WANTS TO HAVE INTERCOURSE
VERBAL FIRST
HETERO HERO
ON WITH THE INANE SHOW
DOWN WITH THE LINGO YET
IM THAT DOWNRIGHT DIRTY DINGO TRYING TO STEAL YA CIGARETTES



If you can't read it, you ain't a writer. Answers will be taken.





iPhone photo of some shit where the old fit exchange was. RIP. Long live the Labor Party.
Machete.





Not the best flick. So don't steal it dickheads. Go down and get me an SLR shot. That whole production is blown up, talk about Short Fuzes. Didn't get a flick of the Asio.





Work in progress.

Laxatives lack effect.

I want to disembowel myself. Spell check nation, cross bred hate we get fed to perpertrate, stand firm or stand corrected, every time you fed me a line, hook, it sunk, stunk and got disinfected, it ain't sicker than me, more fluent, congruent, and as angry as me, I could set myself free and let myself go, like I was the warden locking myself up for show, so all you donkey looking ponies need to neck the fuck up, cos it's tough on these streets and mate, you dead wrong 'bout luck.
Cos if it's your lucky day punk, you'll be walking away with ya wallet, but not after ya girlfriends guzzed it down like an alcoholic, frolic, piss in the breeze, wave ya dick around so it hits both knees, and please, can I get an encore already, your shit, it stinks, the smell lingers, we be Freddy Kruger, while you be Freddy getting Fingered.

For you, and you.

I would of stuck my neck out on the block.
I went and ran around and around the block.
I hoped you would give a fuck,
But you just stared.
Your eyes they never close,

Your life changed mine, but my life changed yours.
I would of let you chain me down, but all I would of told you was to let me go.
I've been places you never would want to see, but I showed you places I'd never be.
You made me, and you, made me crazy.

Neglect?

What a concept. The indirect, yet subjective behaviour when exposed to a mass mentality, that transcends all class and caste. If one person stood atop the Stirling Ranges and cried "SHOUT ME A SESH" and noone was there to here him, would C.Y O'Connor be alive today? Probably not, due to tuberclulosis or some such palsy which befell his generation.





I warned you cunts about this YEARS AGO.





We bomb with a Short Fuze.





The Mega Mac with four McChicken patties instead. Filling.





That guys back.





I want an iPad.





Mete; verb. To dole out punishment.

When I rip scripts it's a job like the pharmacist, and I dispense nothing but name brand dope, so jog on ya fucking joke, ya big girls blouses, you ain't fucking nothing like you supa glued ya trousers.

I won't remember this week so do it for me.
You better take my picture.
Yours,
Jimmy Juilo Hatzis.

THEY STILL HAVENT GOT ME

Life the blur everyone knows song 2
How many spellings of too can you do?
Diabetic flow, insulin dependant,
I got a goldmine in my head,
So fuck your gold plated pendant.

The Chauffer

What do you see?

How is your depression related to the above?
The new New York City.
Real representation retaliation regards roaring over ramjets,
I'd stick my self to prove a point to these toy pets.
Wanna act like that your strip, you can't control a playstation, let alone a patch, we bare pimp, air blimp, sipping on something pink, purple, end up walking round the hood like Urkel.
You pay the price for the perks through personality perverts pissing on your stupidly stunning sensuality.
Can you imagine a beautiful day?
I can't. I got a problem with the smell of burning oil and urban decay, fuck Louie V, rather rep Perth City, nothing left to believe, the degrees earnt point to perfection and precise splices of spicy chicken. Deep fried like a crackhead on a bender, who got the juice, who needs the boost? This shit doesn't sell itself. You boring fucks need something to idolize. Something to autocorrect. Something to hate, something to believe in, an idealogly seperate from the seven sins or the Muslims. Selling dreams under the bridge near Meltham station, when I ride Transperth I make sure I tag on.
Spooky motherfuckers hide a ringtone in your beat, flip the flunkie to a junkie to get milked like a cow now, I smear blood above your eyebrow. If this is this, and this is the place, the bitch, I smeared her face with piss. So now I'm gonna spit in it.
Demeaning feening, never cleaning and always on that greener mean without the median, middle of the food chain, lean toward carnivorous, catch me devouring the vegan. Fuck your big man laughter, we'll
see who's laughing when I'm sticking ya mothers daughter. Cos I taught ya. So shit ya pants and do what ya 'oughta.

MOTHERFUCKERS
EAT
THIS
EYESORE.