Evolution’s oh the weirdest. The ways it tells us nothing about the present. So foreign to nowhere. Here it is sucker.
After the war all the old uniforms get sent back to the linen closet for storage, till the next. All the white linens! Wow they’re worth a lot of money after they get their rehab. But they’re worth even more with blood.
I chose you green for the forest,
When I coulda choose red white n boo.
So know I know, I know know; it is restful to your eyes. Red’s too bloody.
Any little sliver can squirm away from the forest, but anywhere you go, you will always be my son.
Elected10sets of galleries
to drive around to you and you
And you were the best one,
So I looked you in the mirror
And you said go away
But come back later.
parked by a garbage stank.
Original post: u see that dont you, how the back is dipping a bit lower, you know why? yep, did the Acura NSX swap, titanium connecting rods and all. And now this baby purrs like an el tigero. Run it on the Exxxon gas-Oh-lean too, got stock in that too. Wheres the trunk now? in the front but I put a mini cooler in there, keeps all my samiches cold. Stock suspension too.
smells of dust und musk
war was hell but we made it thru
the tank with the broken heater core!
we had the ammunition
but the formation was moving diagonal.
trouble was a brewing
I preferred dark beer.
sticker jobthats howyou get into the kkklubzzz 4 ffree
font engine, font wheel drive; moves likea dollar store.
drove it once to an ikea, ate sum meatballs
perk it, perk it there. dont werry about it. lez go. eH? nah, its fine.
"we gotta get ore duct tape!"
wHa? O. surr, got it, git it. hop on by/in, huH? no, Y?
Action American traction
Those factions are wack
Booties with bros
So what forms hoes?
Collecting pay on the way out.
Door dope sure don’t know.
Soda baths as good as it gets, to know.
Bathed with the cheeto chips.
45 pieces of burnt toasty,
Eat up for my little baby boy
Whosa in el circus tonight.
Jokin’ around wit the girlie shows
and songstresses. Till the bell rings
O’ cores until the big boy bell rings.
black hurst dead uncle mackin’
bought it new, died old
lack of proper main-
sit in the lot.
go to heaven.
driveby dew the driveby
everybody giv me a hi 5
(smoke exits, smoke enters)
grab me a pack of smokes.
and my cell phone.
and my tape deck.
and my subwoofers.
and my snow shovel.
winter is mean and rough,
but someone has got to get the job DONE.
I’ll be waiting for you,
when you get out of
blue mini mustang,
stang you, stang you down.
sports car for those who don’t like sports,
they luv em.
4N easy escape.