January 2010
The Beer
The beer i had for breakfast was a bottle of mad dog, and my 20/20 vision was fifty percent off. You said punch-buggy red and punched me right in my left eye. I said don’t you mean pediddle? And I lit his house on fire. He came home on acid, I was holding his shotgun. I was dressed like Tina Turner in beyond Thunder Dome.
He said don’t shoot, I said I won’t, I love you...
Bowl Full Of Wants/Needz
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