Speed 3 but with a bus
A Chicken with Its Head Cut Off
Some of my paintings.
unpaid interns are polishing my prosthetic impotent dick
Your in highschool again
I can be a fake human being
In a dream David Bowie winked at me
Floating down the escalator
And they say act your age
But I lost track of the page
And I burned the book in effigy
And they think that they know pain
As they shove my head into the drain
And flush flush flush
To keep themselves entertained
Why can’t I trust anyone
Behind the barrel of a gun
And they rape rape rape
And say I’m having fun
I’ll be as crazy as I want to be
To never be your machine
All the wreckage I have seen
I can be a fake human being
They won’t lock me up again
I’m to wise to have a friend
If your ignorant you don’t understand
Paranoia is the upper hand
Wounded biting at the leash
To filled with hate to eat
Only the dead are truly free
The walking dead always agree
They drove me out
They drove me mad
When I gave up they called me back
Shoegaze
File a complaint about your complaining
You’d like to see the sun but it’s always raining
You can drink all you want the hour glass is draining
All the hypocrites aren’t hip to shit
Driving us crazy to prove we’re insane
If I wanted to listen to an asshole I would have farted
The truth squirts
There’s a monkey on a rock
Floating through space
Calling me nigger
Complaining that I’m not entertaining
As if a gas chamber wouldn’t fix him
Pull out the root of the problem
The monkey is a failure
As he’s tipping his tailor
Worshiping fake saviors
His better half
Dripped down his mothers ass crack
Nine months before he infected the world
Satan has friends in high places
Everyone wants a quick buck
To get their dick sucked
For my bookends
No see@all o’clock
I’m bored.
Doi, let’s buttfuck you to death
I want to use your finger bones as a necklace
Ha ha your to stupids to be awive
Doi…
Hey stupids have you heard da new rod Stewart’s?
I think you’d like it cuz Doi
I shit myself
The new rod Stewart’s
Gimme all your plans I want to make fun of them because I have more money then you.
… Doi.
Fucking this child is like fucking my chiwawa
When this child grows up I’m gonna get a better one
I’m going to go buy a box set of feces
I bet you wish you had money’s and weren’t so stupids
La la la
Doi, Hey, I wrote a poem about you
Poor kid, is to dumbs to dance on the backs of niggers
He can’t afford nigger back dancing shoes
Why wont poor kid correspond with superior life forms
I just bought a state to keep my plane in.
Roses are glued to violets are flowers
Doi De end
Do you like it?
I want to marry my phone
Parcheesi burrito Lu napkin
Under missile coca cola taint polish
Losers never wink
Crayons make you Picasso
The parent trap 2 is hulk hogans finest hour
Suicide is for selfish people who won’t fetch me beer
Hey my bear costs as much as your outfit
That’s a stupid outfit
I wish I had it
Hey will you say this thing I wrote into a microphone
You have nothing better to do the to serve me
I work at Fridays
It’s always Friday in here
Friday Friday Friday
Republicans are so smart
Who do you model your life after
I work at Fridays so for me it’s all magic Johnson all the thyme
I left all my inside jokes outside overnight and now they’re ruined
Have you ever rode a bike with no seat
It’s so romantic
If you get cancer and die you’ll miss all my joke
Doi.
This Isn’t Hardcore” illustration traced from pulps hardcore free album
a picture i made of Anna Karina in illustrator.
“Martha Whoart?” Adobe ideas for iPad
“Boob Ross” sketchbook pro iPad
