Dead men tell no tales.. Up push the daisies 'til the soil is stale. In a powder blue tux for the farmer's sale. Mr. big sleep with the carp and kelp.
Flash that buttery gold, jittery zeitgeist. Wither by the watering hole, what a patrol. What are we, to heart huckabee, art fuckery suddenly. Not enough young in his lung for the water wing.
you ain't shit man. your story's a joke. you should package it with a last smoke and six feet of rope. . stay awake little misfit,. her lips wet a very particular mischief,.
This is my friend, Tony. He's pretty cool.. Although he's not always so smart.. . (Aesop Rock). And then there were eight (then there were eight).. Just like that..