LIFE RATTLES 2

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

tat bw is realli rude... sometimes i tink he does that just to irritate me. ok, you did a job well done. buck off, bunny boy. sometimes u are just hell-sent, a gift -kicked up the ass. when ur nice, u r a bw and when ur not, u r an A.W. ass. wipe. flat out! those nasty little cottony things... stink real good after a poop up party...

u r the king of your throne & crown well-worn. u nasty worm. arrghhh **constipated rwoarrr** go figure...

just got irritated real bad this evening. he says he thinks not this sat. arghhh... work torn us apart. that gruesome thing we hate yet had no choice by fate to slave by it all day till nite passes us & again that cycle fathoms... damn... life's a gloom & love's abloom nothing's booms...
what a rhyme...

promises. promises. we fly into the nite to the foreign land, awake by day and shop till we drop. that gorgeous land where we shall play & make merry all nite long. that is if he could stay awake. i can't wait.

promises. part 2: on a quest we go, this thurs for dinner. eat we shall & hunger we rid. the weary feet rest, & perhaps alittle laughter to pass the gloom of the last work's day. fair shall we enjoy that quiet moment, of course depends where we dine. nay, tarry the fool who will not deny us our food. hungry hungry hungry, we lay our knives & forks askrewed ready for battle on the plates of our doom! a march to war we go away! kill that hunger & rid our ache! fill our bellies with that nice warm spread! awake we will to bring alight this friday paying a distant homage. party we shall for the battle has ended. promises promises he made he shall. fulfill or bear the wrath of my sword.

i was watchin LOTR. no surprises that tolkien invaded my mind. food i play he battled the mighty lords. songs they sing of the brave & the tune i carried when i go battle-weary & rub-a-tum-tum when my stomach's full of bright odd happiness. ah! the heaven's upon me!

shit i need help!

promises part 3: shop we shall, the little ones in us has spoken. spend spend spend that penny last us not & keep us awalking. into the bright place with plenty of baubles & displays. keep us clothed in shadow in the darkness of the coloured notes. spend we shall for it is the last day. the mighty king on the throne spoke so soon not too long ago, the price shall rise & twicefold we pay. the common of us will spend to our hearts' content for the dreaded end has befall on us. the brand new moon awaken a hearty gloom, for the green of our money & the weight of our pockets shall sink & fall no less not our hands! into the enemy for no greater we welcome him into our home. bless our hearts for too kind we are to stage our fright. we play as we might we sink to the ground & worship his might. for we have no other choice. we on the red dot serve 1 king & the master we have offers us not but to pay. to pay & pay that little red dot demands. meek as we are weak as our hearts we shall bid our master's words. angry as we are, small as we are. silent we carry that tune so well.. for this 6th day & the last day of the waning moon, we shall spending to the boom of the day! the dawn rise a dragon's march soaring into the night of dark. spend we shall the colour of our paper bringin the rainbows & making our hearts amerry for no merry comes when the new dawn comes!

this is really healthy for dissing that SOB... of wherever my homeland is... pay & pay... never ends that trip... into hades & back forth to live again we will jus dig deep and pay.

he wants to watch transformers & i haven't seen my shrek. soon i will shriek & his ears will break. tears will flow & pleadings will soon begin. for his princess shown her tantrum & the might of her strength. will shake the earth & the walls of his bowels. behold that mighty princess & her red hot eyes will burn him on will! hah! as if...

to bed i go watching that sleepless night glow. the stars are awake but where are they? the light glows but my eyes see that darkness drapes across that blanket above me. i sigh and wait for the silken light of dawn. the jewel glitter and morning abrew. the shine above me rosen my cheeks. a pale smile played my lips into a grin. ah daylight strong daylight my lord a might to fear & a will to hold.

this is to say a farewell's nite...

1:13 AM

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