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February 01 That Guy, Fuck That GuyThat Guy, FUCK THAT GUYA Poem By Clive, That is rapidly becoming a Cult Classic The only poem to date, that Clive has been Commissioned to Write.
HE IS A FUCKING WORM OF A MAN... DO YOU UNDERSTAND ? THAT GUY... FUCK THAT GUY HE IS A BASTARD, A BITCH, A CUNT, A DICK A COCK-SUCKING ARTISTIC SLUT OF A FAN THAT GUY FUCK THAT GUY ALTHOUGH I DON'T HATE THAT FUCKING GUY I DON'T KNOW WHY ? SCUMMY SLIMY RODENT SHIT OF HIS KIND WALKS THE FACE of GOD'S GREEN MOTHER EARTH A PLACE AS BEAUTIFUL AS THIS HIS JAUNDICED FACE AS YELLOW AS PISS THE SPINELESS WIMP LOVES TO BE BUTT-FUCKED BY A GIMPS MISSING LIMB AND THEN THE STUMP HUMP HUMP HUMP HE LICKS OFF THE FECES AND SMACKS HIS SHIT INFESTED LIPS SECRETLY HE EnJOYS GLADYS KNIGHT'S PIPS IN WAYS ONLY HE COULD FATHOM THAT GUY FUCK THAT GUY DETEST I COMPREHEND AN EMOTION TOO NEGATIVE FOR A FRIEND BUT NOT FOR THAT GUY FUCK THAT GUY THAT FUCKING PIECE OF FUCK FUCK THAT GUY, FUCK THAT GUY, FUCK THAT GUY FUCK THAT MOTHER FUCKIN', BONED in the ASS, BY THE gIMPS MISSING LIMB Feces lickin' piece of Shit AH how I COULD GO ON FOR GOOD PIECE LOOKING' For a NEW LIFE HOW MUCH IS THE LEASE? Oh yea!, One Last Thing Did I Mention? The Dimension, Of the Horizons That Have Been Broadened Just Because I am evilC Doesn't Mean I am Rotten to the Core Maybe a Bore, But not a Whore Like That GUY FUCK THAT GUY! December 22 A Butt Plug Up Your AssA Butt Plug Up Your Ass
By Clive (To the tune of The Rolling Stones "Jumpin' Jack Flash" by Jagger
I was born in a butt plug factory I was raised by a Ben Wa balls retailer, I was inundated, by some Hollywood Prostitutes. A butt plug up your ass, Blocks the Gas! Phdt July 24 Eye Degeneration
May 29 A Letter to Bob Dylan #1Dear Bob, As the island slowly sank... ...POEM?
October 16 5 Years Gone5 Years Gone (Actually written as a song. It’s advantageous It’s outrageous I’m sad to say It’s advantageous It’s outrageous I hope to say It’s advantageous It’s outrageous Baaaaaaa Baaaaa Bad Baghdad We’ve got a cure All those diseases And to the bearers It’s ostentatious It’s outrageous Don’t get me wrong But of Love So let the Doves free No more Horrors of the Wars But of War And go on And though that day So for now I’m sad to say It’s advantageous It’s outrageous Wilted and spayed And the fall of babble on Or… The Fall of Babylon And maybe? I’ll evilC you in Clive years
Me And A RingMe And A Ring (Meandering) By Clive (evilC)
I went over to the Jeweler Guy the other day It was the 31st of July, and that Jeweler Guy was gay The heat was sweltering, My poor pores were pouring and peltering
Beads of sweat...
I blinked and winked, mumbled and thinked Hey I had better wipe this perspiration from my eye...
So in a semi-seductive Manner, I quick draw my bandanner, Which was really a real pretty silk scarf
It was one of those ebullient butterfly designs, Evidently hot steamy mist, sending signs
I don't know? I found it at, The laundromat. Now I got that gay pawn store man, in the palm of my hand, his heart a melting.
I didn't really come in for a thing Just to get out of the heat
But I didn't miss a beat Now I got this ring I cooled down a bit On my way
And now I sing...
Me and a ring meandering Down the way On the lookout For a fiance`
Me and a ring meandering Down the way On the lookout For a fiance`
Oh by the way I'm not gay As I evilC It could look that way...
But that's OK, If you are! Your Memories Are CrapYour Memories Are Crap Crohn's Disease, IBS, Or, Just Cutting More Unmemorable Scatological Crap! By evilC
Your Memories are right up your ass! If only You could cut them out with a piece of glass, You might have something there?
Your Memories are up in your rectum, If you could just poop them out... You might have a wider spectrum?
For sure, your sphincter would be! Wider that is! If not only for just that one fleeting moment.
Your memories are shit and your constipated. Its too bad to be unfit and will be ill fated...
I fell over in a massive seizer for you! Oh the pain was worse than a blank do do...
Do you remember me?
I understand if you don't. Butt I wont be understanding for long. evilCoz you gotta sit to shit!
Oh sure, you can hover my X-lover! Butt when heave comes ho, And push come to shove, It all goes down to where you aim from above...
Unless your a bad shot? Still can't help butt cum close!
So... Batten down the hatches, Bottoms up, And... Bombs away!
Flush your memories after the laxative kicks in, Just be glad that you can still grin! For it is better to have an empty bed/ed-head ( / = slash ) Than to have a life full of limp pee pee dread...
Drip
Or is it?
Your Memories are right up your ass! If only You could cut them out with a piece of glass, You might have something there?
Your Memories are up in your rectum, If you could just poop them out... You might have a broader spectrum?
Oh so it's broads now is it? Something I always thought of shoulders on women. And didn't want them any wider than my own.
(I mean really! Who wants a bitch that can kick your ass?)
Kinda like my hair that goes to my ass, I don't want a gal with shorter than mine. I girl with hair down to where she pee's Sure enough makes me weak in my knees Regardless of what shit anyone remembers I may just drop, wheeze, and beg oh please Butt that wouldn't be so attractive now would it?
Staind, Fuel, Creed, all the same to me... And Nickelback is just cheap, damned whee! Jeez I can't remember where this was going? SOAD there is no suffering in not knowing!
Or is there?
I don't know? Butt if there is, You'd better bring you own bomb... not booze!
Oh sure it may loosen the cooze... May even convert some Jews, And club wannabes to join and pay their dues... Speaking of do do's...
Frown, fade to brown... And remember this!
Your Memories are right up your ass! If only You could cut them out with a piece of glass, You might have something there?
Your Memories are up up and away up in your rectum, If you could just poop them out... Your sure and sorry ass just might have a wider spectrum?
For sure, your sphincter would be! Wider that is! If not only for just that one bleeding moment.
Your memories are shit and your constipated. Its too bad to be unfit and will be ill fated...
From of the bowels of Hell, To, The end.
January 10 Mother's Drool
January 03 Cool Guyz GoddessRevised Again
  December 28 Christmas 2000 and Clive!
November 08 Why?Why? By Clive xxx evilC yB Dedicated to Stellar's loss of Star!
Let me tell you about an epic epidemic that penetrated a stellar wall into the heart of the sky! He was a guy he didn't fly except when he flew like a bird away from you... Dreams of distant family in immediacy awoke in a mess, You detest cleaning house is what you do,
Why?
Can't you clean you! Can't you clean you! Can't you clean you!
"Why"
Can't I clean I?
Aberrations amputations severed limbs from the tree of life! Showered with the flowers by the powers of the wind from a fresh dug grave... How can pieces rest in peace incomplete is what I have to say as I Pray summoning good will to land. Hovering crafts covering the masses of the common man under hierarchies blessed band of gypsies whose to say:
Why?
Can't you clean you! Can't you clean you? Can't you clean you!
"Why"
Can't I clean I?
Epidermals humming in the urinals numbing the thick kiln skin of porcelain cracked white & hard! Water in the yard with a shard of your soul that plugged the hole of extreme... Mediocrity to some is bliss to me is hit and miss of high and low, Pile shag carpet bagger Stellars' Star fur still flies,
Why?
Can't you clean you! Can't you clean you! Can't you clean you!
"Why"
Can't I clean I? November 04 What a Beuitiful WorldI Just wrote this one a year and Clive Days ago! For the Mondays at 7:00 pm Crescent Moon Reading Series. But could not bring myself to leave my non-heated house. It's a rough draft Raymond Burr. I have about 200 more verses roaming around in my head.
evilCnonClive October 11 The War of the WordsThe War of the Words By Clive
Bus Top it blows over my umbrella One world it grows just like Bush and Godzilla All day long I hear this song Infuriated by tunnel vision We will never come as one Until we learn the art of pissin'
All the while both sides rub together their greedy little power mongering mitts They'll even create their own tragedy complete with Home Land Security kits (For a nominally extravagant fee!)
We're a world at war with a word! Fucking Dictionaries I don't even like to read Why should I be forced to heed I have this need to believe That there really are evil people Lurking behind this word And the word is turd
Ta ta ta turd turd turd Baby turd is the word!
BRB
Back!
I had to shit!
So as I see it... We just need to ban a few words!
Taliban: ban towels, fuck it! I am willing to drip dry! Ya can't say I'm not willing to pick my Napoleon Bonaparte! And should there be some kind problem with the sex offender registry, and any other terrorists or threatening dregs of society: I say ban them too... To
Tallahatchie: And Tallahassee: They both got bridges, and one of em' even has hurricanes!
Hey! I wonder if I can just register as a sex offender? I'm offended when I'm not getting any sex! (Occasionally, even when I am!) Maybe I just need to get away from all of these offendee's (They're offending in their own right!)
If there's not enough room in those two Talla's banned, send em' off to:Kalamazoo, and make them play a kazoo! That should cheer up they're down right nasty disposition!
Turd ban: That's right folks we should ban turds too!
Not spend Millions, and Billions, and Trillions, and quadrillions, and quintillions, and sexillions, <<< (Hey! There's that offending sex word again!) and, septillions, <<<(Well what do you know about that? I just wonder if that is for the many reptiles caught by the sewers of summers end! To bad they don't all have they're own $400 cage!) and octillions, and (I think the non, says it all here folks, and it makes me ill.)>>> nonillions,of dollars that we don't even have! On Safety, and Security!
Hell is here, the reason for fear. We'll never be completely safe, and secure, Not on this world, Not in our lifetime, Although It's a brilliant, almost altruistic concept.
Spiraling headlong into an economic dilemma, that is already beyond our means, And will soon be out of our control, Period.
But thats not quit the end of the story!
Then there will be A War of the Words... It won't be with aliens we don't understand, Trying to take over our misbegotten land, Bedlam, and Mayhem, Violence on the street, You'll wish you learned how to sew, bleed out, and gut your own fucking meat.
Natural Cold Storage caves would be nice! If your old, with the ways, and the means, Might hop in one of them cryonic machines! (I've heard when tear drops fall on the infected fish, it's like ham, curred!) cry-on-ick
Hmmm a cryogenic drunken state? (On the other frozen alcoholic hand, I can imagine how that batch might be a little salty, and taste less than desirable...) cry-oh-gin-icky
Oh the humanity of it all... No doubt, it is disregarded, and in despair Did anybody anywhere ever say everything, and or even anything is going to be fair? I dare to say never! If they did, I think you'd agree? They lied...
I used to be able to afford to go the State Fair, every day it was there Now, not only can I not afford to go to the State Fair, The State can't even afford to present it's own fair anymore So the Fair ain't even there... That's not fair.
I used to go to happy parades I even had a rich girlfriend that lived in the Pacific Palisades Those where some fun loving times!
The floor, the floor, the floor is in the air The floor, the floor, the floor is in the air We don't need no gravity, let the Mother Fucker float Float Mother Fucker Float
The Power of levitation is mainly regarded as an out of body experience Just as the insanes on the plains are dependent on their minds... ...Brilliance (I'll bet you thought I was going to say brains?) You ever notice how their heads tilt to one side? Heavy Brains Man... Heavy asymmetrical Brains!(There I said brains)
There is not much symmetry in retardation (Where is the justice, and equality?)
It's a shame really!
If you develop the aforementioned condition, and don't want others to figure it out... Just start banging either side of your head It doesn't matter which Then claim that you have just finished swimming And Have Mark Spitz ear A real deafening touch would be, if you actually have one Mark Spitz's ears in your pocket, and pull it out!
It's a mother fuckin' tour de' France out there I'm tellin' ya! Lance Armstrong (If I had to have an arm lanced, I would want it to be my weak one!)
Indianapolis 500 too... David Letterman (I don't know? But since this is a war waged on words. I'm thinking, since this guy is a letter man and all, he should probably just be banned on GP!)
Tony the Mother Fuckin' Tiger is Grrrrrrowling in Grrrrrrrrrreatness Just like a rice crispy treated pop pop pop tart fated martians to lesbians Quisp vs. Quake, Count Chocula vs. Boo Berry and tinkerbell waves her wand to let the games begin... Who's gonna win though? Isn't all just a Monopoly reboot to present an illusion of compitition?
Do Not Pass Go!
Will the world succumb to our forcefully imposed one world full of love, freedom, and devotion? (Don't forget patriotism!)
Do Not Collect $200
Or
Will Armenia (Our mean e-ah, not, Our nice e-ah) flirt with disaster, and be the first Christian domino to fall into the strong lanced nudging arms of the witnessing watchtowers Armageddon?
Or
Go Directly to
Good Will Hunting the new Macy's line of turbans start coming out like vests? (Bullet Proof)
Jail
You know this war on Iraq thing has really put a dent in my love for titties!
And that's not very nice! I used to love them soooo mush! What's Next? China and cream of rice...
Independence is a not much more than a farce Because in reality, it is really ever so sparse But for those masses who do I tip my hat to you I'll watch your fire works And gaze in wide wonder at your celebration Of the Independence you claim from your minds For I am a dying breed And Must depend on mine...
Don't get me wrong you middle, middle-lower & upper-middle incumbent class republicans (Let me just say, that I have nothing against you, nothing at all! Unless perhaps, I have listened to you, and your only one-way, then you say, you have nothing more to say! Which is fine, but then, when you won't even listen to one, of my 9, that is when, I start having a hard time!)
Your good hard working class heroes! And maybe the few like me, aren't much more than zeros? Using the advantages we still have, But for how much longer? Does it make us that much stronger?
When they come door to door asking ^(Yeah Right)^ Demanding your gun! In the name freedom, safety, and homeland security (Suck curity<<< That's one of them hams that got fucked up in that barrel!) Are you going to hand it over willingly with no problem? (Like if you do present some kind of problem, they'll just go away, and leave you alone! ha!)
I say: Give the Shade, and I your guns, and stuff We got better hiding places than you do! I would hate to evilC good guns, and stuff go to waste!
If for some reason you don't understand I'm not in a state of being shell-shocked (My next appointment isn't until the sexth thirstday of the mouth!)
I could spell it out Which would only strengthen my point Then if you got it, you'd say: You Rocked! I'd say: Thank you! But where's my titties? And then drop dead
Bus Top it blows over my umbrella One world it grows just like Bush and Godzilla All day long I hear this song Infuriated by tunnel vision We will never come as one Until we learn the art of listen
Thank You! (This is my big dramatic death scene) Coughs profusely, and croaks... **applauds**
From a dillweed that made claimes of fathoming the unfathomable when he really didn't get shit...
From a pretty flat chested fanfare out standing ovation Thank you! But where's my titties?
Coughs profusely, and croaks...
Rib it September 26 18 Line ExtravaStanza +18 Line ExtravaStanza + By Clive
1 From behind one of my black and white keys 2 I try two times, to unlock our dark and light weez 3 More remaining doors separate our strange days faces 4 Our fore armored pockets have a blinding variety of maces 5 Clive overkills five rhymes, in the dark lore of the hideous Medusa 6 He suggests six doses of LSD25, heatstroke, and Ozzmozis at Lollapalooza 7 Godsmack's the Sevendust warnings of Jesus & Mary Chain 7 Mary 3 in a fantasy 8 My curiosity at eight, ate the best of me, but now my fate is here, to shake the rest of me 9 Reasons I don't fear, to reap her front, from her rear, are the whisk keys, not the King Lear leer, or the near beer jeer, still, distilled teardrops fall... I could go into more reasons, for the fun, I try to have for more than my one! But I'll protect her just right sized buns, from all of your low bust light despised puns... Whether she needs it or not, she is already tied in a knot... And I love her so 10 Psychedelic property lines, bordering grand am illusions, apparent transparent degradation, in summation of this metric line, the net trick I'm trying to pull off, will fix lumps in the spine, and in real life is no sheepish wool cough, slick hill hicks pumps kin on the sublime, yeah the met chick, I want to meet, is complete, even when two ate teen in existential constipation... Alleviate yer yoyo 11 Lynchburg ten is not a suicidal let us pray see! It's my eleven evilC I's, that hear your cries 12² x 10³ = How many there is, was, and will be! Hallows be seen, above gross goodbyes 13 Stoner's Rule Strictly Commercial M past, since sinsemilla 420, earth day will last 14 Hearts club band Gypsy's four decades Pink crazy diamond joker 7n7 blast 15 Reverse is 51 miles to Orme from JD is stellar re;dreams thrown things 16 Vandals stole virginity wonders innocence in youth promise rings 17 Persona's take over one to lock up in paranoias rub her room 18 keys tried chastity seems impure lock secure until doom
Logistics Evaluation And Review L ow Energy Antiproton Ring (With this ring I thee wed, As Lazy as a buttsloth from my bed, I am an Uncle, and the new New Tron guy! I am much thinner though! Not having the motivation to eat.)
From the seat of my ebony, and ivory organ (What are you an octoroon?) mic all please! Yes even the monkey drums! Just testing friendsFriends
Friends
Just testing friends
Friends
There's a Rage in the cage,
With the testing of a friend
Makes that test a sure fire end
It's to bad you know it could've really lasted
forever...
But a friend sold it short, now it's blasted
& severed
Pried apart, separated like oil & water
And the one with the friend testing site
So eager, rambunctious, and ready to fight
At the drop of a hat
She'll show ya where your at
It's all charted
Stars bombarded
From the eyes
Of some olden guys
That's where it started
And they're turning backs
Just like the toy in the Cracker Jacks
Friends
Friends
Just testing friends
Friends
Friends
Just testing friends
Friends
Friends
While the clouds are in the sky
I wander about, and cry
Not just for me,
But for others too you see
Does it really matter who doesn't understand?
Even if it's you, and me who just can't land!
Oh man your like a sign & just don't let it
Go ran or mic a lion & lust won't get shit
You got to have love, respect, and courtesy
To feel what it's like to be a friend
Sex doesn't matter oh but sure it does
You can't always just bitch, and blame
And not expect some of the same
You say ya got no friends
Because you like it that way
People are just stupid pretends
You know what the say
You can't live in this world all by yourself
But you sure can try
Your loss makes me cry
Friends Just testing friends
Friends Friends September 22 Ignore Parallels
September 17 The worst crash landing ever with survivors, But as you can imagine, not many, GoodInspired by: Hunter S. Thompson's Suicide, Tony Perkins from the Today Show, trying to be a rock star, and failing miserably, even with the help of the Who's Roger Daltry as a Sidekick! And a Lakota Indian Chief to be, My Friend, 22 year old, Leon Smallbear, who just decapitated his cat. The cat that clawed his Newborn boy, Before the cat lost it's head, it sent the kid the hospital... After, Leon now sits in jail. And Relationships & Revelations that have changed my life to some degrees... In
The worst crash landing ever with survivors, But as you can imagine, not many, Good (Phaze 4 for SDS) By Clive
!Fly Untied, and trip the Fantasy America, Fly! Rangers at the visionaries edge of blindness, Rain Jurors Are our protectors at night, R.R. One eyed Sight... Arrrr Stand for all that is Right! Stand, And 7 Up Yours, until the corrosive chemicals, eat through the Seven Frail Brailles on the Rail Road Rails, and the grades they pull, are sure to be Fails, Frail Evacuation, Air Raid Siren, Evacuation On and On Over and Over 2 I's gotta have my morning coffee to start my days, Nose Exceptions, opens my eyes too Hand Caffeine's edge, gives that smooth acid, and shaky, hand Nauseating while vacating, hey where's that pale? Gnaws he ate sing The Who^s Pale Whose The? White Man cursed, on Red Man's Land, not White 4th Generation in the Hand, and so forth A Bush in the hand, ain't no land, if it's a shaved bush... Baby Oil Smooth face, sandy beach turned, and lied, Baby Yeah! What I always wanted to be, Yeah! Doomed, Doomed, Doomed, I tell ya, Doomed... Wound, Self inflicted today, wound Or Perpetrated by a perpetrator, later today, perk ah traded... News Flash at 5, Nous, Neuse, Noose, 5 at Flash, News! Journalistic Gonzo, Did I hear 1 of you 3 say, Journal is stick? Dear Mr.Who^, Doll's Try, and puppeteer's do, deer... (I knew there was something strange about them Masters of Pullets, pulling some eggs... Butt Beastiality, Man! The bird flu, what are you going to do?) No your body never said it was an exact science, Know your Body! Please Dr.X give me a clue! Whoa, whoa, whoa, Doctor, Doctor Please... 10-4, 2010, shotgun, 4-10 Over Roger Over We eggs still ovulate, late, late, late, and even later, Oui... Gimme 5 Clive, how could you ever know? Give me! Oh God! Feeling involuntary, nutation, feel, ling, cod oh! or, Vertigo returned from Vacation, vertigo, or R. O. C. K. in the U. S. A., Did Tony Perkins Rock? Aye? Enough of this double talk... Yea!
With the voice of the Ameri-cam Animation Creation, and the American Nation in Summation. From the tiny little fenced in Red Rocks Reservation, and then, the rest of the World! Rush in Night Ranger No Fucking Way Man! Only one, or two, or three, or Fore from par for the course And Maybe even Clive, And Maybe, a Fantasy, is just a Fantasy! And they didn't say, A, or Fucking Aye, or even, a word one, A Is just a letter Wrote by Those few who could not be heard Like a Buff a low, or a bluff so high, Raises the stakes! Over the rest of the World... No Fucking Way Man! No Fucking Way Man! No Fucking Way Man! No Fucking Way Man, No Fucking Way Man, No Fucking Way Man, No Fucking Way Man, No Fucking Way Man, No Fucking Way Man... As heard through the infinite air waves...
So if you are proficient at what you do, and you come to find out that you suck at what you have always wanted to do... Please just keep doing what you do, and keep what you have always wanted to do, a secret... And If you suck at what you do, and you suck at what you have always wanted to do too... Please, by all means, go ahead and do us all a favor, because there isn't anything we can do... It's no secret... And If just you happen to be, one of those few, Brilliant Geniuses! And some of the Moronic Mysticism, Infiltrates your mind. And You know you gotts to go gotta go gotta go gotta go write Death now Death Just for those feeble minded know nones, or not much to heart, the proceeding goodbyes, are not an ending, but just a start... You Go Gonzo, Gonzo you go... Goodbye! With no animosity, or ill will, I understand, and won't ask why, Goodbye! Crawling Skin, Goodbye! Love left in, Goodbye! Hate and doubt, Goodbye! Effervescent Shout, Goodbye! Cruel World, Goodbye! Hindenburg Survivors, Goodbye! Deep evil C Divers, Goodbye! Judy Post. Goodbye! To the Love I Loved the Most... Goodbye! Warren Zevon, Goodbye! Roland Keyboards that Never had the Good & Evil C, not so bad, Doctor Headless Thompson Oh Very Young, J. Gunther Gunner, the Stoned Over Sized Tongue, Indian Wolf Skull, Fuck Stevens, Cat Fuck... Goodbye! And Good Mother Fucking Luck! Goodbye! Leon Littlebear, A Smaller Chief to be, by the network of ABC, but not to me, I understand, I inhibit your land, and I am sorry... Goodbye! To the Old Me, Goodbye! To the new You too, Goodbye! Blue, Goodbye! Bob Dylan's Rolling Stone, Goodbye! Decapitated Disconnected Head-bone... Goodbye! Souls Journey, who's reached it's Journey's end... Goodbye! To Lenders, that Continue to lend, Who have taken what brakes, and made it to bend. Don't you know, that Love Minus Zero, is broke, beyond what we can comprehend? Goodbye! Seamstress that couldn't mend shit, Goodbye! This is it. Goodbye! To don't you just hate long Goodbyes? Goodbye! To Shades Dark Tree, that lost it's lust for Clive, so if you don't like it, you can always have, the zest of metaphors, on your leaves, handed to you, on the one side. And it's door, you may let hit your ass, on the way out of, which you could find, if you had not bought that butt plug brother, on the other... Goodbye! To the pond's, the Lakes, the puddles, the Rivers, the Dams, The Dammed Rivers, Didn't I already say Goodbye to the Damned Rivers? OK! Fuck You then! Goodbye Joan Rivers Daughter, the sea Otter, to Oceans 11, the Original, Watched by the crying and evilC I's, the rit dyes, that brought color to the fading, torn, and now forlorn, fabric afraid of the Morality, imposed by models, who are 12 on 17, and blushing, do you know what I mean? To the President, and The Speaker of the House, Fucking Mickey Mouse, The Blouse I never got under, Thunder! And the one that I did too... Lightning, whoopdedew! The flavor of savor, N E S T L E S, Iraq, and Iran, and I tried to vote, But I didn't get my Presidential note... So Will You Cast? or stand at half mast? Which is at half my ass, kind of like dancing the a-bun-dance... And if you don't know, So, then I have to ask... Is this really, Goodbye? To All in favor say, Fucking I, Goodbye!
And Fuck You!
So there, whadda ya think of them apples?
The Way We Weren'tNot-Barbara no-Strice-and ought not make a non-hit not called:
 "The Way We Weren't" Not written By Chris Snot Boff Her Son and evilC
Non-Mem 'o' ries,
Not Like the corners of my never mind Misty water-colored non-memories Of the way we weren't Scattered negatives of pictures, Of the frowns we'll find ahead frowns we'll give to none another For the way we weren't Can't it not be that it wasn't all so complicated then? Or has not-time re-written every other line? If we didn't have a chance to not do it all again Tell me, wouldn't we? couldn't we? Mem 'o’ ries, may be ugly and yet What’s too painful to dismember We simply choose to forfeit So it’s not the laughter We won't forget Whenever we don't forget ... The way we weren't... The way we wern't... CAT MAN
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and I disperse by progression!)
Bomb bomb bomb bomb
Baby!
goo drool eyes and to look like 
's skunk 
And so this is Christmas! Happy Birthday 
is Sad that he's Dead too! 
Mothers, 
parties, Campaign 
trails, Purple 
Hearts, Yellow 
cowardly veils, 
Green 
Berets, and red rivers of 
blood rushing too
with a master plan...
Johnny Cash "Ring 'O' Fire" 
ring tone on the phone! 
his tongue, And a gumby broomstick becomes one with his dung. 
hang in there man, noose, 
hook for Bullwinkle J. 
Moose 
Knotts too! 
It's all decay 
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