I am declaring a general population scale anger emergency.
I saw 4 boomers stomp down some drog-herder in aisle 3 at WALMART.
I saw a young boy build a flame device, and descuzzlate the great forge.
I saw the burst of fire from those three mountains, that stare at us in the night.
It’s three times worse than what I’m saying here.
The triangle has 3 sides, 3 corners, 3 forms of love – your woman has a golden glove she wears to bed each night!
You live on Planet 3 …
There are 3 ways to fall …
There are 3 ways to go …
There are 3 ways to know you are fucked in a blender suspender …
Your body has 3 holes, into which you can insert chunks of coal … eh Santa?
A time god named Neil, tried to find an easy steal, his heart full of pain, from being around 3 astronauts hanging brains for 3 days … in a steal can … made for man … there and back, sack up man! YOU ARE GOING TO THE MOON!
Last night you had a 3 way with your wife and Ex-wife all because of THREE.
You have 3 seconds until your next stroke …
You have 3 years until you are broke …
There are 3 ways to master a flute …
There are 3 rules inside your mind.
Three means by which to find, a new land, in the sand, not far from ROBOT JAPAN!
THAT HONDA ROBOT HATES ME! (3 times)
3 tunnels in the ground …
3 flares are fired at midnight.
3 sounds shatter the silence.
3 shots rung out, eh JFK?
3 villages glowing in phosphorous …
3 people lay dead.
3 children pledge a vow.
3 years they plan revenge.
3 more graves to be dug.
THAT ASTRONAUT MEME: “It was always a death star …”
