by Sundancer » Tue Jun 25, 2013 1:51 pm
Eye I So Sir Soy bound to sound like a rookie cookie, you mutter in the gutter and go out in a blaze of glory, in the meantime he tells you a story. Stop this nonsense, I'm getting so tense. Hence I stop writing, because the dog is biting. Pentagram drawn in to the sand, those satan worshippers are playing in a band. My dignity is but a mortified glance in to the deeps, the phone in my room just beeps. Total annihilation of my consciousness is at an end, no more places where it could bend. Troubadours sang of my tale, it included my friend the whale. Missed my last chance to make it right, my asshole is so tight. Gilded cups of gold, in the marketplace they are sold. So bold, it is told. Bottomfeeders are getting crazy, one of them is named Dazy. Together we march in to the mist, this is the last time I write my name in the list. My body is getting old, it's already cold and forming some mold. Trapped in a maze of hypocrites, I also see a lot of Brits. The world is at an end, it cannot mend. Great men are remembered by their deeds, they are the ones who planted the seeds. Be bee. Google pictures of noodle. Rich bastards swimming in money, now you are a bee and you make honey. False truths yelled from balconies, jesters mimic the atrocities. The last rites are now chanted, nothing more of us is wanted. Bert's birds perch birch purge purchase.
techgump wrote:It's sundancer, there is no explanation.
highlander wrote:i like sundancer
No remorse, no guilt or pity...