It was one of those days life is aghast days our truck was moving grooving towards the stars but the cars slowed and dials showed that the electricity spectacular and fit on the fritz
HONDA HONDA HONDA
alas no more gas for the road slowed towed glowing light tonight the alternator it fails to fight
FIX THAT HONDA BUDDY cussed and creamed You were my power train hustler I was your blame wagon I kept the plane flying you were lying with the DANE
HONDA HONDA HONDA
I was stuck inside the wave you turned me into a slave I battled what I CRAVE you sent me to the grave but the FIX is in it's fine another dine and dash from the ash with cash and the lash we will fix that HONDA
OH HONDA POWERTRAIN
SIX HUNDRED BUCKS no fucks given we're livin' the true breed spreading our seed taking head of werewolves and witches banshees and bears wolves and wonders all the thunder buried in the glass
BLESS THE ALL WHEEL DRIVE
the MEISTER the warrior the wizard of wheels handed my brethren his papered state we said "great" we went home LATE we didn't have a date so YES it's best and lonely before death but the wheels still turn
Hi. My name is CHUCK BRADLEY. I've been kidnapped.
I was taken from the PLOW. The bad guys have me now. My wife is a rotten sow. They burn my left nut. In my chest they made a cut. A gas I made from my butt. But ... I'm fine ... I'm okay. Thanks.
Hi. My name is Deborah Simms. I've been murdered.
I was standing by the gate waiting for my date he said his name was Nate I said "well, that's great" we danced the night we danced till day I asked to go home he said "okay" We arrived back at my door he called me a whore he cut my throat he stood there with that affect that gloat and NOTE I simply drifted away but I'm okay I'll be fine you'll be with me at the end of time. Thanks.
144,000 will be saved fallen heroes by the grave morbid tones will be played every pilgrim has a shave
Don't forget the thing he saw grab your woman by the bra break the door and steal the car drive to RENO see the SHAH
Mountains fall ravens call mothers bawl as tears rush down the ground breaks the world shakes kingly serpents make blood cakes
Dumpling deal stew congealed crowds reel from the clown brown flows the city glows families executed at the center of town
A sea disturbed by the squall pirate ship standing tall taking turns lightning urns a wicked churn the mainsail stalls
God is standing He sees the storm forming arriving leaving returning breaking the wheel He doesn't care how you feel the toil and sweat every bet through their loss it is revealed
A wind will blow starting soft the wise men smile the bitter scoff the light is warm beyond the storm all with conform to the TRUTH HE KNOWS.
Boiled frogs can jump out. But they don't know what's happening. I know what's happening. I can't jump out.
Boiled frogs are remembered. They don't remember themselves. I am not remembered. I don't exist.
Boiled frogs endure. They die but there are more. Always more. From that WHORE called nature. Bounding forth with hopeful arc swimming and playing always sure the boiled frog endures. I do not endure. I wither away. Dust that is discarded someday.
What can I get for 49 cents can't pay rent my truck has a dent I committed a theft woman done left dog in a hole I can't smoke a bowl for Christmas there's coal for 49 cents what do you think of that gent?
What would I do for a bucket of goo that feeds my whore wife and brings her to life for goo for me and for you we'll work in the caves and go to the raves for a bucket of goo What would I do will my balls turn blue will my woman stay true or coo coo coo with another man like uncle Stan her works in Japan that's what SHE'D DO What would I do?
What do I smell like hell sulfur and TIN copper and WET you BET there's a crimson stain near the brain leaking tea don't you see what I smell?
Where can I live where the sieve can give that purer WINE that's fine in summer and never a bummer forked women laying in wait by the pudding grate too LATE something has to give WHERE CAN I LIVE?
How do I BREATHE after you leave and the lake turns cold and I drink brown mold the juice of the earth from birth to death every smelly breath snot on my sleeve HOW DO I BREATHE?
How do I run when the fun drains away and we're shuffling all day lurching and crouching slouching our way sustained by fire we never tire we never stop are you a cop? How do I run?
WHERE IS THE FRIEND when you're burning at the end you descend into HELL ring a bell and say "hey friend?" oh well only silence in the hall grab a ball do not tell the sitting prince he condescends WHERE IS THE FRIEND?
Omega Force is beckoning a landmine going off shake off the dirt mortgage your soul smoke that last BOWL because OMEGA FORCE has arrived
Don't be snide don't chide the whale wrestlers if you're reading this beyond the track in the waste-zone near the dying seas YOU ARE ALSO OMEGA FORCE!
OMEGA FORCE soldiers eat fast when we make love it lasts long time the bitches swoon like a loon she screams not mean "I LOVE YOU!" OMEGA FORCE loves you too boo ...
currently the STRAIT of HORMUZ is controlled by OMEGA FORCE FLASH TROOPERS SENT BY SPACE PLANE totally insane armed with knives and hatchets and rusty chains their triumph is a moral victory
OMEGA FORCE SKY NAVIES dishing out brown gravy making a lazy susan and an old HAG lose their legs as OMEGA FORCE DELTA SQUADS show off their bods on the hot wheels display
OMEGA FORCE SOLDIERS are always ready ready for FREDDY ready to get rocking and take the train to funky town crimson gown worn by HER just a bur in your foot but keep running and soon you will see VICTORY
OMEGA FORCE TIME is not normal time it is measured in bullets and brine and cotton weave sweaters and bloody old tampon factories where it gets messy and your home burned and buried is forgotten in the slime
OMEGA FORCE DRESSES like the streets nothing neat or fancy just chancy hookups and love quadrangles made of power puff pudding and red jello we are NEVER SEEN or believed because we skeeve on the edge near the ledge where the rat curdles collect and doughnut masters relent before the coming storm if you are homeless YOU ARE OMEGA FORCE X-RAY BLEEDING EDGE NIGHT WARRIORS!
OMEGA FORCE is PLANTING CROPS! soy and corn porn drops and cum apples peach butt fuzz tangerine plaza with cupped inserts and plastic end caps we planting CUKES and tomaters ... potaters and gravy ... old navy piss beans ... sights unseen by cantaloupe sailors and salad foragers and turd gerkins
OMEGA FORCE SOUP is spicy and exciting containing mint worms and lice bandit sausage the kind of glue goo better than stew made for HARD FIGHTING and lightning fists and last wishes before the flood
OMEGA FORCE PATROLS are in your town right now ready to POUNCE for the last ounce of rainy night FLIGHTS and grease raids and stripper banshees separate from the beast unleashed and fresh
OMEGA FORCE KINGS are hard charging stallions carrying GLASS SPIKES and NAVAL cannon moss no special colors just regal and proud and they're ready as the sun goes down to put on that crown and beat that meat raw
OMEGA FORCE BURRITOS are made of BAT RUB BACON and chigger-cheese they please your belly like a jelly turnip dancer and the answer is POWER POUR and sweet gravy and old tired murder
OMEGA FORCE NEVER SLEEPS we're up all night what a SIGHT to see for you and me those warrior cats roaming foaming unstoppable and angry as FUCK never taking a rest only the best put to the test OMEGA FORCE SUCCESS!
OMEGA FORCE RAINING from above like airborne dagger hawks stocked up on hooker wine and the race is waning and there's no feigning disbelief because it's a relief when the ceiling fails and we go off the rails and drain the wound hear the sound hit the ground like it's training
OMEGA FORCE MOURNS for the scorned whiskey travelers and gypsum gentry teaching wasp class catching sea bass as the wind sweeps the plains and their gains are a forlorn hope a big cope because the enemy is near crack a beer eat a burrito it's neato when OMEGA FORCE is finito
Several of my OMEGA FORCE comrades live NEAR YOU ...
My power fork with spork yoke and broke-back grease I will never cease to bring you the ground meat from the seat of the sweet treat alabaster.
I make these slime tubes for less than $2.99 and it's fine because my girl my woman spirit grabbed the onion god and her BOD was HOT STYLE picante type ever after.
The flesh burden it's hurtin' and your own cost to the boss and the mayor is too much so the factory churns and burns with old Aunt Mabel from the stable to the abattoir a craftier cheese.
I can't stop wanting that frothy wheel after the meal my teeth yellow and raw stuck in my craw the bone mantle the grizzle the muscle gird and then the SOUP from the poop pipe one swipe and it leaves with ease.
I make burritos at midnight from the discards of Texas toast nightmares.
My WOMAN demands HOT POWER LIVER OINTMENT type burritos, for prices that make sense. I use the old meats, left at the CHEVRON in plastic cases and old dirty Jesuits.
I can make you a burrito for $2 ...
It's guide-sleaze and you smell the breeze to find that chugger-loot.
You'll scoot on down to the EMPORIUM and buy some gut-slab, then go to the razor-bakers and purchase that 50% asbestos flour for making fine style tortillas ...
JOOG-FLESH and pond-walnuts are the toppings, and these grow near the abandoned chemical plant ... the one where those nuns went missing 5 years ago ...
The whole thing takes no time to cook, using arc-welders and acids ...
For two bucks.
When we were young hunters?
Chasing the milk-sow and the journey-ass of S'compton?
OUR BURRITO MASTERY transcended the fecal pleasures of LORD CASTRO and the other incidental subway turds that girded their loins for tender metal flesh.
We'd add AVOCADO, but it was jungle paste and paint flakes.
We'd add lettuce ... but the lettuce was strumpet-skin and hairless dog lice ...
We'd ask for ICE in our soda, but our sodas were imaginary and our water was brown and real.
Our burritos were cheap and plentiful.
Our women were full of crabs.
BURRITO MAGIC?
That's what she called it, when she grabbed my nuts and shoved her free hand up my ass.
In a spastic clutch, we'd hutch over and share the mule offerings of mortality, as the anus bled and my balls turned blue.
After many minutes of pain, I'd shake it off and leave her happy-valley replete with cave gifts and gumbo-grease and milk-duds.
Many of the septic tank babies came by this way, filled with hopeful din and then dumped on the sidewalk for the creepers to feed on.
And all of this was for burritos.
But the doob freaks, the ones that eat brown-slick, they are the worst of the GERGEN-TORG wiggle farmers.
My third burrito wife? We thought we'd mated for life. A strife world, bejeweled in vibrant tones, and boned beef, as she queefed, leapt past the dome, and then we could roam, like nightmares, at the county fair, made for two, a burrito wife for you.
For the heat? - we eat burritos made of saffron and bear-steak.
We spend the mornings hunting boar-salamander in the curry swamps, as Pajeet finishes his shift at the Country Inn.
In the evening, we wear bornet-gowns and douse ourselves in pigeon-whiskey and burn away our sorrows.
My last burrito was STORM-ICE and glazed hornet wings. We ate these damn things under a blazing orange and smoky sky, as the MIND-TIGERS told riddles and the fiddler calmed the crowds.
Ministers in torn clothes sing songs of coming days, and the haze breaks and beyond there is a DRAGON called BURRITO MASTERY 9000.
Women, forlorn by lost love, point their naughty fingers at the smoke and chant "he's woke, he's woke, he's not broke" - and the golden shower commences and the women slather themselves in goat urine.
I need friends ... friends made of glowing hot titanium and if they held your hand it would turn to ash in a flash I wish I had these kinds of friends friends who could melt people's hands
I grew up in the time of whiskey-apes we ate cat pudding we wrestled our fears in the hope that some NUKE WAR was near I wish I had friends who remember those times those years we'd throw back some beers and dream of being ATOMIC WARLORDS with 50 hooker wives and a million lives as the stone breaks these would be cool times and great friends
I need to tell you ... I love you. I love your halitosis. I love your diseased liver. I love the fact that you poop blood clots. You are my honey-time franchise winner. And with my SKINNER I'll harvest the world Cuz ... you know. I love you.
There's this new thing called water dieting you rapidly lose weight and then you die and then the REAL magic kicks in as the pounds melt off as the worms burn those pounds you lose a lot of weight
I'm on day 3 of the water-diet, I've already lost 15 pounds.
I'm feeling woozy though.
people are telling me the "water diet" is dangerous ... WTAF do they know
did you know that MOST of YOUR MASS is WATER?
why has the weight loss industry and other fitness edge-lords been lying about this for so long?
they NEVER talk about cutting it, they always EMPHASIZE having MORE
MORE WATER
What if the SECRET to LOSING WEIGHT and GAINING MUSCLE has always been cutting out water?
One I lose 50 pounds on the water diet ...
I'll send you pictures.
Or the coroner will.
I will be next years beach body surprise ...
The EYES will turn to me ... From the sea and the spray.
My JUICE BALM SEAFLOw STYLE CHEMICAL BUTT OINTMENTS will SELL OUT ... soon.
We're going to the moon.
Water diets are challenging. All your friends will say you're crazy. Your family will distance themselves. They might even call the cops on you. If you do the water diet.
But I promise you, you WILL lose weight. A lot of weight. All of it.
My doctor said I was MAD for doing this water diet.
I asked him: "how much of your body is water?"
This shut him up, he froze, he had no response.
What I really want to do? - focus on my body.
And that means drinking NO WATER today ... none.
None tomorrow too.
My goal: a week without drinking water, and I think I can do it.
Then two weeks. Then 5.
Some experts are coming out OPPOSED to water diets. This is apostasy. These heretic harlots must be STOPPED at all cost ... Even if it means we all get herpes ...
"check under your chair", as Oprah would say it's okay it's herpes
Did you know water kills thousands of people per year?
but BIG WATER doesn't want you to know how poisonous this shit is
the mega floods that hit Appalachia a few years ago, that looked a lot like "Popeye" on the Ho Chi Minh trail (iykyk), that was water too ...
Sharks? - live in water.
Ted Bundy? - drank a SHIT TON of water.
Jim Jones handed out the COOLAID/KOOLAID (Mandela Effect) ...
The big Tsunami in 2011?
(that was water)
Bloated?
inflammation?
what do you think causes this?
(what if you knew it was WATER all along?)
Full disclosure: water dieting has risks
There are many that say you have to have water, every single day, but some think this is hydro-centrism and racist.
Would it shock you to know ALL THE NAZIS drank water ... DAILY!
That's right ...
There's a LOT of prejudice out there, when it comes to non-hydrotarians.
We choose NOT to hydrate because we know where most weight gain comes from - water.
Water was always the poison.
Stop drinking water, and start drinking in life!
We have a training camp coming up soon for people who really want to lose a lot of weight ...
The secret was always water: stop it, stop drinking it, let it ooze out of you, and you will be free
Long ago in a land you know a man named Rudy did his duty fought in a war but his wife was a whore
He had a friend named Jody a rock-n-roll roadie always with HER using Rudy's bed one day Jody shot Rudy in the head
Rudy lay there cold and limp but a demon with great care from HELL rang HIS bell and you could tell Rudy was gone so long Mr. Scribbles is HERE!
And from that day the children would say "go away" "go away" "try to hide" "deep inside" but the story lied
... and SCRIBBLES has arrived ...
Mr. Scribbles comes in the night Mr. Scribbles is ready for a fight
Mr. Scribbles walks real slow Mr. Scribbles knows where you go
Mr. Scribbles with words unsaid mean from the streets eating the dead it's okay he's unseen he'll be visiting on HALLOWEEN
Mr. Scribbles lives near the sea along the shore hard to the core bittersweet memories of every victim's plea
Mr. Scribbles is 10 feet tall he'll give you a call on the phone when you're alone and no one knows the firelight glows long after you are gone the song dies the flame lies you will be late for the charity ball
Mr. Scribbles he's always nearby with a sigh and a curse he grabs your purse he steals your phone and then he's there sitting on your throne
Mr. Scribbles he has a strange laugh it's a gaff a prank you think it's okay but then the sun goes down on your last day
Mr. Scribbles he likes to use knives taken many lives brought them to the dump like a lump buried in the fill and still he cries as the world dies and the flies and the blood and with a thud the hole is damp he puts out the lamp and it's "ADIOS CHAMP"
Mr. Scribbles is tired and sad he wanders the world flag unfurled mind broken just a token of regret you haven't met yet yet yet
Mr. Scribbles is away by dawn all gone forever walk he never talks he sits he stalks and he waits another week another month another year rivers of tears flow by he never dies he never lives he only gives one last kiss and an outline made from chalk
Mr. Scribbles came from HELL ringing that bell that Beelzebub bling "ding, ding, ding" goes the doorbell he smiles real nice he gives great advice he wants to come in he'll punish your sins
Mr. Scribbles is here for pain he's slain more than a few left them in the swamp slowly turning churning to goo a slew of freaks with cheeks red nowhere to tread just missed presumed deceased broke the lease on the house "what a louse" the landlord said
don't look behind don't look ahead don't look for help hear what I said
he's not afraid he has no loss he's the boss of the end he's a friend to the bat and the rat and the spade
Mr. Scribbles drives a nice van Mr. Scribbles eats from a can
Mr. Scribbles feels the URGE Mr. Scribbles is going to splurge
Mr. Scribbles grinds his teeth Mr. Scribbles is hiding beneath
Mr. Scribbles eats all day Mr. Scribbles has the last say
Mr. Scribbles is outside your town Mr. Scribbles wears a long frown
Mr. Scribbles carries a bat Mr. Scribbles will eat your cat
Mr. Scribbles had a nice wife Mr. Scribbles took her life
Mr. Scribbles visits your room Mr. Scribbles brings the gloom
Mr. Scribbles sees beyond Mr. Scribbles lives in your pond
Mr. Scribbles lives in your pants Mr. Scribbles is made of ants
Mr. Scribbles has one yellow eye Mr. Scribbles flies through the sky
Mr. Scribbles hides in plain sight Mr. Scribbles is stronger at night
Mr. Scribbles befriended your mom Mr. Scribbles is building a bomb
Mr. Scribbles does the bad drugs Mr. Scribbles has human hair rugs
Mr. Scribbles really loves SPAM Mr. Scribbles did 6 tours in NAM
Mr. Scribbles has blue hair Mr. Scribbles likes to stare
Mr. Scribbles collects old trash Mr. Scribbles will turn you to ash
Mr. Scribbles fought a bear Mr. Scribbles truth or dare?
Mr. Scribbles lives in your butt Mr. Scribbles is busting his nut
Mr. Scribbles is always sad Mr. Scribbles knows you've been bad
Mr. Scribbles makes a racket Mr. Scribbles has a skin jacket
Mr. Scribbles does not lie Mr. Scribbles will never die
Mr. Scribbles camps on the Moon Mr. Scribbles is seeing you soon
so try a prayer to some lame god say goodbye to all you trod pack your bags you're leaving CRAIG!
don't stop running he's coming now he's just a little late now he's at the front gate
he's inside YOUR ROOM settling gloom your last date Mr. Scribbles Mr. Scribbles Mr. Scribbles brings your doom
