bla

bla bla bla
splat , splat, splat
i spit upon your front door mat

killing fields

kill some time
sit down and rewind
make up a rhyme and call it "mine"
watch 9 mimes ryhme with their
expressions and rythm of motion
notation,
vibration
exhiletation
intermission of the unnatural
notification of ......
dont know what im saying
maybe im just trying to be
me

random bullshit

random bullshit eh. i can't think right now so im not gonna say much .
id like to spiff it up and lick it up all over your face but instead i'll use some mace for the race of the portland bumble bees on their bikes, start up a riot and fly up w/a pilot in a jet plane and hang out with the jettsons and their robot maid while drinking some minute maid
made by the robots and machines of the world until one day all that metal is bulldozed by the year 2012. that's when i stare into the faces of the chaos breeders and religious fucks running amuck like chicken fucks w/all their feathers multing and melting and swelling to the point where heads pop off like dandellions on a hot summer day.
sorry for all the misspelled words but to tell you the truth i aint perfect .no one's perfect, there's no such thing as perfect, try telling that to society , if only it was as easy as cracking an egg into a frying pan and flying off to never never land but to my surprise everyday i wake up in a dream , when do i sleep?
random bullshit out of my ass.