Jesus: Guiness Stout?
Brent: I’ll cleanse your feet with my beer. We’ll have
another round, Collin. May I bum a smoke? Thank
you.
Jesus: Citizens, the proletariat will rise. Marx was right
to believe in something new.
Dippy: Can I quote that?
Jesus: Government, reduced to a momentary guard. I was
born just a man within a plan.
Lippy: That’s with a “J”, right?
Brent: Christ, the girls are onto you. A godless herd.
But I don’t believe in god either.
Jesus: And neither do I.
Brent: Let’s pound Read more…
Sorry, I’m drunk dear. It happens all the time.
Honestly, I thought I loved you. Too bad you’re so
damn lame. Scare me with the chance to die by people I
would call friends. I guess it’s a lovely trick. I probably
should enlist.
Grind me meaty. Wash me holy. Chew me crust
bloody. Spit on me. You know I trust you dead.
GOP’s oily sudsing. Attempting to wash what won’t
rub. Flossing gums, then licking bottoms. Nonchalant,
they’re gropping crotches. Raped green by forty Read more…
Jesus: Guiness Stout?
Brent: I’ll cleanse your feet with my beer. We’ll have
another round, Collin. May I bum a smoke? Thank
you.
Jesus: Citizens, the proletariat will rise. Marx was right
to believe in something new.
Dippy: Can I quote that?
Jesus: Government, reduced to a momentary guard. I was
born just a man within a plan.
Lippy: That’s with a “J”, right?
Brent: Christ, the girls are onto you. A godless herd.
But I don’t believe in god either.
Jesus: And neither do I.
Brent: Let’s pound Read more…
Sorry, I’m drunk dear. It happens all the time.
Honestly, I thought I loved you. Too bad you’re so
damn lame. Scare me with the chance to die by people I
would call friends. I guess it’s a lovely trick. I probably
should enlist.
Grind me meaty. Wash me holy. Chew me crust
bloody. Spit on me. You know I trust you dead.
GOP’s oily sudsing. Attempting to wash what won’t
rub. Flossing gums, then licking bottoms. Nonchalant,
they’re gropping crotches. Raped green by forty Read more…
Sorry, I’m drunk dear. It happens all the time.
Honestly, I thought I loved you. Too bad you’re so
damn lame. Scare me with the chance to die by people I
would call friends. I guess it’s a lovely trick. I probably
should enlist.
Grind me meaty. Wash me holy. Chew me crust
bloody. Spit on me. You know I trust you dead.
GOP’s oily sudsing. Attempting to wash what won’t
rub. Flossing gums, then licking bottoms. Nonchalant,
they’re gropping crotches. Raped green by forty Read more…
Hazy Daze
I’m freely standing
On my own
Or am I falling
In a river cold?
Those friends always ask me
Saying “How you been?”
Well I’ve seen somber days
Am I mistaken?
Could you be sitting there lonely too?
He was a man
Who didn’t want me anymore
He never
Never
Never ’round
How much did you get for selling out my name?
Still won’t forget those hazy days
Yeah
It’s in the nighttime
When I’m feeling old
Am I lonely?
I watched you go
My friends always wonder
Ask “How you been?”
Well I’ve seen better days
Am I Read more…
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