Tuesday, September 20, 2005 :::
Walking Straightful Like a Bitch
We’re attanking the kamicar
Enemissed
Enemorth
Enemeast
Enemest
Enemouth
Using your pants. Using your pants with my tongue
One true thing : for filth sex severed high night tell
If no one died, kill some
Date, now
Or almost
It is, officially
Seven
She ain’t here, though
She ain’t appear
For free to one, fire!
8. pm it’s been an hour
I’m off, I quit wasting my time
Can I call this a date, now?
If it’s been an hour
Why not?
Beast of unreadable books
That are everything
Your own feet are your own fate
You’re stretching down the moon
The land of which you’d be king
While sleeping at noon
Passing the gate
Soon
It’s a campaign of hate
Spittin like the spoon
Not talent while i’m aware
It’s a campaign of hate
Feeling like the fool
If you ever want to brake
Working stressful at the ditch
Laughing while at preach
Walking straightful like a bitch
Sweating at first rape
Getting off haste
Gumping if fate
You have nothing to say
Because every word you utter
Kills someone
Each word is treachery
Nietzsche said it, not me
Something’s there but what’s that crap, heh?
Rhymes fit not
The game was hot but
Nietzsche came in
And ruined everything
And that’s the thing
I can’t deal with
Told me where I’m going
Tells me I’m still
Gives me the hint to that shit
Baby, I feel myself sitting into this
I’m working it like the bitch you have been
Keep hunting!
Blow bins and bushes
Turn it a bit like: “Havn’t you seen me somewhere else?”
Fight with stupid
Chill with grannies
Play with youth
Deal with mum
That’s all I’m seen to have done
I need to build something
And it’s myself
But it’s a kind of complicated Legoplexistubbornheightenthing
Am I being built?
No more of that shit about eating or sleeping or fucking
I don’t want to breathe the air you’ve been breathing
Some go right insane
I shall
Down
The fridge is buzzing up the floor
::: posted by Tranxenne at 1:24 PM