Have you just free versed,
Given complete random nothings Just blatant first verse sayings
I have many times and come up with some creative shit
It’s all happens when you just let your
Mind run and not even think of what your saying. IT is very
Difficult when you have to type because you think of the spelling. I think of little things that make me happy stuff that even a little elf could not grasp the airplane is flying the car is driving the music is playing how some crazy glen. The orange whizzing buy like a candy is in the drive. The hand slowly embracing the circle of death. Wow the wonders never cease to amaze even the gentle souls of the realm. It’s crazy the type of mumbo that flies from the little kids womb. I would not know what to say but that it is a fear of fears. It is a question of the Spanish mocking the dogs that are trailered by a red civic. The crazy goons will laugh at the autumn flowers that get the bell to toll on a different occasion everytime. Its Is the gas from flockhearts ass that is completely disheveling me. Ha the man in the black hat is back with a vengence he cannot betray the wounded beast. He is the man with the knowlegdge of how to get past the evil little dirty men that get brake dust on your newly polished rims. Those bastards. It will only make the trip more meaningful if they realize how dirty they really where. Man oh man Why did that Ice House be so bad to my poor stomach which is convulsing like a little bird. The plane was just sitting there like a homo on a stench pot Krigs ass was like a virgin in hiding. Like a gnome in a bouquet of flowers that having been rotting since the dusk of dawn. But what the little ass does not know is that the nookie he has been receiving has been a sign from the thunder road which makes the low place whre you have no friendes will make the inevitable impossible. Leave me alone. Says the she that he cannot make the he figure out who the who is. IT’s a confusing think pot of fun and glory all tied into a rejects little butt fart. The clayton gang is after the large orange neanderthal in the sky, ther circle disk which no one really knows what it is. It is a large fart in the sky which can only be described as a deamon who likes it in the pooper. Ah my friends how strange a being. A man with no humor only that of sin. Someone who just does not give a little bit of a damn.Damn that bastard. The longhorn of fun. A walbon of the trucke as he empahasises the strange beings of little but of no stench on the wendy’s super highway of the bacon mac sandwhich which every little girth tries on for a supplemental good luck charm. Man it upsets the soul to find such a litle peiece of our finally tuned hostile environment turbochardged to a piece and maxed out to the finest hand socket. Jones did not ever know what hit him upside the head. I don’t think he want’s to know that he really does not live in a paradise city. What a jerk off. The van is only a few miles away from the little stop that he could not realize that the whit top off the red car had flown into a defunct wall of paste that had only been a fog cloud made from the stench of the foul mouthed grape sucking monster. It is but a sin that such an internal stench could be emitted from the wranglings of a fool with such a hearty appetite for a little lime green kerosene. If you were to read this you would think that the noggin on the pitiful author is in comlete shambles. But maybe what you did not realize was that it all has some thing to do with the grand master plan. What plan is that. AWho knows but it sure sounds fun, like the power wire of a fully electrocuted buick running in high gear. What is these mumblings of a crazed sane individual. Take me home mom. I need atlanta in the summer and miami in the winter. The turck so beautiful against a backdrop. The slow mother in front of us has no reason to be like the turtle. We are the hare trying to catch the fast little turtle full of ugly little girls who cannot realize that they look like the behind of a buffalo’s ass. There unproportional hips to there breast size is a complete joke of all proportions. We laugh as they try to fit in little clothes of miniscule size only to see their obese fatness come over the bands of clothes like gooey fat being trimmed off a fat pork roast. It disgust the regular individual who actually has the sanity to wear clothes that do have a good fit on them. Yet they run around in their little clothes with their camel toes showing. Ewww. I have seen road kill that is more attractive than that. I will have to stop complaining At sometime because my free verse seems to be ending. I actually have a logical thought pattern so it looks like this little free verse is over. Bye for now.
Given complete random nothings Just blatant first verse sayings
I have many times and come up with some creative shit
It’s all happens when you just let your
Mind run and not even think of what your saying. IT is very
Difficult when you have to type because you think of the spelling. I think of little things that make me happy stuff that even a little elf could not grasp the airplane is flying the car is driving the music is playing how some crazy glen. The orange whizzing buy like a candy is in the drive. The hand slowly embracing the circle of death. Wow the wonders never cease to amaze even the gentle souls of the realm. It’s crazy the type of mumbo that flies from the little kids womb. I would not know what to say but that it is a fear of fears. It is a question of the Spanish mocking the dogs that are trailered by a red civic. The crazy goons will laugh at the autumn flowers that get the bell to toll on a different occasion everytime. Its Is the gas from flockhearts ass that is completely disheveling me. Ha the man in the black hat is back with a vengence he cannot betray the wounded beast. He is the man with the knowlegdge of how to get past the evil little dirty men that get brake dust on your newly polished rims. Those bastards. It will only make the trip more meaningful if they realize how dirty they really where. Man oh man Why did that Ice House be so bad to my poor stomach which is convulsing like a little bird. The plane was just sitting there like a homo on a stench pot Krigs ass was like a virgin in hiding. Like a gnome in a bouquet of flowers that having been rotting since the dusk of dawn. But what the little ass does not know is that the nookie he has been receiving has been a sign from the thunder road which makes the low place whre you have no friendes will make the inevitable impossible. Leave me alone. Says the she that he cannot make the he figure out who the who is. IT’s a confusing think pot of fun and glory all tied into a rejects little butt fart. The clayton gang is after the large orange neanderthal in the sky, ther circle disk which no one really knows what it is. It is a large fart in the sky which can only be described as a deamon who likes it in the pooper. Ah my friends how strange a being. A man with no humor only that of sin. Someone who just does not give a little bit of a damn.Damn that bastard. The longhorn of fun. A walbon of the trucke as he empahasises the strange beings of little but of no stench on the wendy’s super highway of the bacon mac sandwhich which every little girth tries on for a supplemental good luck charm. Man it upsets the soul to find such a litle peiece of our finally tuned hostile environment turbochardged to a piece and maxed out to the finest hand socket. Jones did not ever know what hit him upside the head. I don’t think he want’s to know that he really does not live in a paradise city. What a jerk off. The van is only a few miles away from the little stop that he could not realize that the whit top off the red car had flown into a defunct wall of paste that had only been a fog cloud made from the stench of the foul mouthed grape sucking monster. It is but a sin that such an internal stench could be emitted from the wranglings of a fool with such a hearty appetite for a little lime green kerosene. If you were to read this you would think that the noggin on the pitiful author is in comlete shambles. But maybe what you did not realize was that it all has some thing to do with the grand master plan. What plan is that. AWho knows but it sure sounds fun, like the power wire of a fully electrocuted buick running in high gear. What is these mumblings of a crazed sane individual. Take me home mom. I need atlanta in the summer and miami in the winter. The turck so beautiful against a backdrop. The slow mother in front of us has no reason to be like the turtle. We are the hare trying to catch the fast little turtle full of ugly little girls who cannot realize that they look like the behind of a buffalo’s ass. There unproportional hips to there breast size is a complete joke of all proportions. We laugh as they try to fit in little clothes of miniscule size only to see their obese fatness come over the bands of clothes like gooey fat being trimmed off a fat pork roast. It disgust the regular individual who actually has the sanity to wear clothes that do have a good fit on them. Yet they run around in their little clothes with their camel toes showing. Ewww. I have seen road kill that is more attractive than that. I will have to stop complaining At sometime because my free verse seems to be ending. I actually have a logical thought pattern so it looks like this little free verse is over. Bye for now.
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