Someone Had to Post it...
Technicolor dreams infest my mind.Oh sweet fidelity!
Pigs Fly: A Speed Razor technical manual.
Danger; Slippery when wet.
Beware I'm fragile.
Pressing the J-Key will move the selected point off the face of the earth and we will all get shot into space.
Someone sprayed me with mace.
My heart is of sweet lace.
Your face is a space race.
I will punch you in the face.
Diablerie!
Up here in Norway there's nothing to do but play guitars and kill each other in the snow - watch out mom it's just me and my black metal friends.
Blocks of two colors make a pattern.
But why then is it in nature?!
Our children are the future.
Racing through time.
Dime. Dime. Dime. Dime. Dime. Commercialism!
Stockholm is the capital of Sweden.
Who invented this stupid Rubix Cube?
Hmmm. Could everything be lost?
One time I got my head stuck in a bicycle wheel.
It's just a flesh wound.
I'm like a man that's been harpooned.
What disgusts me is your lack of party loyalty or your elucidativeness.
DOGMA!
PAPAYA!
LUBRICITY!
posted by driller. @ 7:20 PM
6 Comments:
First line is Vinny, then ME, and finally J-Matt the Slick Sith Cuddle-Mouse. The whole poem follows that pattern.
Wham
ps the whole poem doesn't follow that because I remember "Papaya" was my line.
has madam been shot?
I hate that poem.
When can we see Bryces pictures
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