Don't open the link, if you do read it before 29th June or else your pet might die.
Ambushed by foreign pathogens carrying lethal artillery and danger lingers along with those damn vocal singers who have immeasurable syphilis. Peanuts are hallucinogenic to the allergic ones and they curse abuse with distress due to their diet goals. Riffs, Strums, Melody barks in a way which seems indifferent to musicians metaphorically it seems like an electric eel biting a diver's nut or perhaps a meteor crashing one of earths abscess specifically on an island or two. Metaphor and Meteors, that's what I thought about Metaphors as a little cunt, Some form of dysfunctional meteor.
Blowing dust,sawdust,hammer dust, cloth dust everything with dust seems highly pleasurable as a kid when you think about eating wet mud and catching fishes from a aquarium and popping out their eyes and trying to put them back in hope of some rejuvenation, God was cruel back in those dayz with that invisible gaze sitting comfortably in his imaginary Sofa....Damn that lethargic bastard. (God aka A Joke)
Smoked a few tobacco bombs, every creative endeavor begins with a single puff and it is further associated with Coffee to raise one's position as an artist because coffee,cigarettes and glasses are mandatory for achieving archetypal not my pal stature. Go ride a horse and let it drum it's huge stegosaur inside your empty crevice and then die of aids while eating grapes as your final comfort food. No more burgers and fries because doctore says 'No'.After you die due to exhaustive smoking and puff puffs, the benefactor of your private possessions would be your Best fucking pal who would acquire your work and art and paints, the whole episode of giving away your art and toys and tools will cause another problem and that is recurring heart aches and panicky sting in your butt plugs, it'll ruin your after life and pre-life as an ape. Reading WWI + II gives you an idea of how easy it was for anybody to consume and exterminate life, I mean the line of pedestrians and soldiers would be full of paperless souls who would wait for their turn to ride the soul train towards heavens. Eating raw food is considered mental amongst other things like kissing dogs on their mouths, Kissing dogs on forehead is all right but the moment your saliva gets contaminated by another mammal it turns all ewwwww, humans are piece of garbage who consider a special significance for every attribute.
Oh i'm feeling misery...Let me write a poem and get it published, hope to dough.
Make my misery a profit and later perhaps buy a Ferrari to pick up another girl just to repeat the same cycle.
I want to get stoned and compose a musical score or paint cubes with ephemeral eyes, To showcase my inner desire for avant garde.
Terminate the bull crap you man/woman/ass carrot.
We get it you want money and to share your work and to make alliances and live your life comfortable and keep pets to feel loved.
Every thought gives birth to some conclusion, possible an urge to do an activity.
Make music which is beauts
Make doughnuts which compliments the sweet melody of some dream pop anthem.
Hypocrisy begins.
Humans are a waste/pollution/non-rent payers/tree extinguishers but yet their is something fantastisch about these partially nice cuties, they produce magic at intervals and after watching, it gives you an idea of how wonderful it is to see that magic is not just words but also justified through fingers both the magicians magic and the visually appealing magic and music too.
The element to an average human life is innumerable and the activities are countless and bounty less yet their is a strange affiliation to human pals and their skin colored flesh.
People hate people and people love people to reproduce and make love and specific sexual acts like blow jobs or 69.
I've never seen elephants giving blowjob or Hamster performing 69.
Sex makes human acrobatic and different because they think while having sex.
Think think think think
Positions Positions Positions
All life the activities and moments are reflected every second and minute and days.
Writing this will give headache to many because it deny humans to frame this under a category or under a verbal structure
Go on and keep analyzing with your critiques and ideas and revolutionary CGPA's
You piece of Chocolate Scoop which literally looks like Ice Cream but when bitten is literally Poop aka Shit with loads of cosmetics.
That's human life, everybody tries their best to look good or intellectual or articulate or artistic without conscious effort but inside, all of us are a huge piece of shit just lying there on road.
Cunts.
Blowing dust,sawdust,hammer dust, cloth dust everything with dust seems highly pleasurable as a kid when you think about eating wet mud and catching fishes from a aquarium and popping out their eyes and trying to put them back in hope of some rejuvenation, God was cruel back in those dayz with that invisible gaze sitting comfortably in his imaginary Sofa....Damn that lethargic bastard. (God aka A Joke)
Smoked a few tobacco bombs, every creative endeavor begins with a single puff and it is further associated with Coffee to raise one's position as an artist because coffee,cigarettes and glasses are mandatory for achieving archetypal not my pal stature. Go ride a horse and let it drum it's huge stegosaur inside your empty crevice and then die of aids while eating grapes as your final comfort food. No more burgers and fries because doctore says 'No'.After you die due to exhaustive smoking and puff puffs, the benefactor of your private possessions would be your Best fucking pal who would acquire your work and art and paints, the whole episode of giving away your art and toys and tools will cause another problem and that is recurring heart aches and panicky sting in your butt plugs, it'll ruin your after life and pre-life as an ape. Reading WWI + II gives you an idea of how easy it was for anybody to consume and exterminate life, I mean the line of pedestrians and soldiers would be full of paperless souls who would wait for their turn to ride the soul train towards heavens. Eating raw food is considered mental amongst other things like kissing dogs on their mouths, Kissing dogs on forehead is all right but the moment your saliva gets contaminated by another mammal it turns all ewwwww, humans are piece of garbage who consider a special significance for every attribute.
Oh i'm feeling misery...Let me write a poem and get it published, hope to dough.
Make my misery a profit and later perhaps buy a Ferrari to pick up another girl just to repeat the same cycle.
I want to get stoned and compose a musical score or paint cubes with ephemeral eyes, To showcase my inner desire for avant garde.
Terminate the bull crap you man/woman/ass carrot.
We get it you want money and to share your work and to make alliances and live your life comfortable and keep pets to feel loved.
Every thought gives birth to some conclusion, possible an urge to do an activity.
Make music which is beauts
Make doughnuts which compliments the sweet melody of some dream pop anthem.
Hypocrisy begins.
Humans are a waste/pollution/non-rent payers/tree extinguishers but yet their is something fantastisch about these partially nice cuties, they produce magic at intervals and after watching, it gives you an idea of how wonderful it is to see that magic is not just words but also justified through fingers both the magicians magic and the visually appealing magic and music too.
The element to an average human life is innumerable and the activities are countless and bounty less yet their is a strange affiliation to human pals and their skin colored flesh.
People hate people and people love people to reproduce and make love and specific sexual acts like blow jobs or 69.
I've never seen elephants giving blowjob or Hamster performing 69.
Sex makes human acrobatic and different because they think while having sex.
Think think think think
Positions Positions Positions
All life the activities and moments are reflected every second and minute and days.
Writing this will give headache to many because it deny humans to frame this under a category or under a verbal structure
Go on and keep analyzing with your critiques and ideas and revolutionary CGPA's
You piece of Chocolate Scoop which literally looks like Ice Cream but when bitten is literally Poop aka Shit with loads of cosmetics.
That's human life, everybody tries their best to look good or intellectual or articulate or artistic without conscious effort but inside, all of us are a huge piece of shit just lying there on road.
Cunts.
(Bhupen Khakar)
Kazman (Huge Cute Cunt)
Kazman (Huge Cute Cunt)
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