you're the shadows in my halls,
where you broke down my walls.
whispering secrets,
and you better not keep them.
listen here,
i'm an ear.
i have eyes, unwise,
though i can see through your lullabies.
so, he was the quarterback,
you know, the one without a Heart attached.
hollow...shallow,
they only eat marshmallows.
with their perms that look like spring-time worms,
they're just hiding...in the shadows...
that they make...when their actions move like earthquakes.
the truth is,
that the truth lives...
in you...
so smile.
you're not that guile.
there's a shadow in your Heart...
and i'm gonna tear it apart...
long enough to let the sunshine in...
Wendy, I'm bendy
said Pete...
I cain't join the dots
I cain't complete
the picture
the constricture
I felt this morning is more than the sun
dawning....
it's break of day....
not 'go away'
always yawning
when you play
get some sleep
fukker
or should I say
sleep with free
and lazy
lapped-up lengths
swim in laps
I will
not these circles
and my lap-dog
who bleeds purple....
come back....
sometime full-circle....
come back with me....
and be free
the stupid ghosts got me again
today
paying for my pen-ance
every nuance
you portray
every truant lazy day
sways me
like Im falling
always calling
hark and listen
always mauling me with glisten
glistening glowing jitterbugs
sway me
then the mugs of coffee
will be worth it
the jars and dark red bottles
the place inside so mottled
you arse....parse me the salt.....
(not a good one, sorry)....
....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
I'm not hiding....
I'm sliding into you
slow....
I'm showing chin to you
go....
I'm in deeper than you
know...
I'm in deeper than you...
so....
slowly unfolding
so...
slightly depending
so sweetlly
upending
all I know....
to show
no reaction
my brave bold distraction
was making me
glow....but now I'm distorted
contorted....and screaming
don't leave at the gleaming
you court me then....
go....
....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
I couldn't wait for you tonight....
it's off to bed to lay my head
and hope my dreams might take me
break me on your shore....
I want more of you....
you are all I want right now....
holy cow!!!!! it's true
.....with men I always have gone wrong....
but when I listen to your swan-song.....
it sends me other places....
I don't know which of your faces is right....
sleep tight....dreamer....
I'm gonna dream of you for sure...
that is
today's task
but what mask
will you be wearing....
I'll go sea-faring
and be fed
on stars
milky-way bars....
driving in cars...
swimming thru sharks....
with buoys....
....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
Bendy Wendy,
spread her legs like ripe cherries.
"c'mon in, Pete,
the water's perfect,
dive into me,
you deserve it.
it's sticky and hot,
now put your hand on the red dot."
talk about the constricture,
how's that for your picture?
this morning is more than the sun,
when i'm covered in cherries,
and you're covered in come.
"get back down here,
and finish me, dear."
what can i say,
when her thighs paralyze?
"arch your back like a bent bucket..."
fuk off.....I'm happy....I don't wanna slide into this.....c'mon you pisser.....give me a kiss....(smooch).....ooooohhh.....you hurt
....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
you're fukkin crazy....
boo-hoo...you're sad
young lad.....
you're voodoo
you're not my cup of tea...
my ta....my fukkin type
cripey you stink
you fukkin shithead
make me barf
you make me larf....
you don't know love
cos you're above it.....
spread your legs.....
I'll fukkin shove it
....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
I don't like it.....when you talk dirty....in public....I liked it b4....but I'm a good gril......so shut the fukc up
....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
fuk off wanker....moron....fukker....tard....swedish.....yank....wank.....skank......fukkin shithead....fukker
....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
you piss me off like a fukkin freight train delivering sushi to vegetarians......in the middle of the night.....with ninja's killing everyone in sight.....and fukkin samurai's making the passengers.....swallow swedish swish.....you're boring....and very 'ish......
....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
and they're not.....swedish.....actually they're from the Congo...
....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
go screw yourself....nobody else wants you....fuk the administrator....I'll fukkin post when I want
....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
I'm gonna write a peom for you that's better than swedish fish
....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
I speak Zulu in polite society....I dream in Irish.....and I fukkin curse in Swedish
/ swaheli ?
....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
bump
go hump
the wall
go grab the curtain
fall...and swim through sharks...
you turd-fest....
I undressed you
now you're trying
to save face.....
you disgrace....
yuo moron
....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
Comments
where you broke down my walls.
whispering secrets,
and you better not keep them.
listen here,
i'm an ear.
i have eyes, unwise,
though i can see through your lullabies.
so, he was the quarterback,
you know, the one without a Heart attached.
hollow...shallow,
they only eat marshmallows.
with their perms that look like spring-time worms,
they're just hiding...in the shadows...
that they make...when their actions move like earthquakes.
the truth is,
that the truth lives...
in you...
so smile.
you're not that guile.
there's a shadow in your Heart...
and i'm gonna tear it apart...
long enough to let the sunshine in...
said Pete...
I cain't join the dots
I cain't complete
the picture
the constricture
I felt this morning is more than the sun
dawning....
it's break of day....
not 'go away'
always yawning
when you play
get some sleep
fukker
or should I say
sleep with free
and lazy
lapped-up lengths
swim in laps
I will
not these circles
and my lap-dog
who bleeds purple....
come back....
sometime full-circle....
come back with me....
and be free
the stupid ghosts got me again
today
paying for my pen-ance
every nuance
you portray
every truant lazy day
sways me
like Im falling
always calling
hark and listen
always mauling me with glisten
glistening glowing jitterbugs
sway me
then the mugs of coffee
will be worth it
the jars and dark red bottles
the place inside so mottled
you arse....parse me the salt.....
(not a good one, sorry)....
I'm sliding into you
slow....
I'm showing chin to you
go....
I'm in deeper than you
know...
I'm in deeper than you...
so....
slowly unfolding
so...
slightly depending
so sweetlly
upending
all I know....
to show
no reaction
my brave bold distraction
was making me
glow....but now I'm distorted
contorted....and screaming
don't leave at the gleaming
you court me then....
go....
it's off to bed to lay my head
and hope my dreams might take me
break me on your shore....
I want more of you....
you are all I want right now....
holy cow!!!!! it's true
.....with men I always have gone wrong....
but when I listen to your swan-song.....
it sends me other places....
I don't know which of your faces is right....
sleep tight....dreamer....
I'm gonna dream of you for sure...
that is
today's task
but what mask
will you be wearing....
I'll go sea-faring
and be fed
on stars
milky-way bars....
driving in cars...
swimming thru sharks....
with buoys....
spread her legs like ripe cherries.
"c'mon in, Pete,
the water's perfect,
dive into me,
you deserve it.
it's sticky and hot,
now put your hand on the red dot."
talk about the constricture,
how's that for your picture?
this morning is more than the sun,
when i'm covered in cherries,
and you're covered in come.
"get back down here,
and finish me, dear."
what can i say,
when her thighs paralyze?
"arch your back like a bent bucket..."
boo-hoo...you're sad
young lad.....
you're voodoo
you're not my cup of tea...
my ta....my fukkin type
cripey you stink
you fukkin shithead
make me barf
you make me larf....
you don't know love
cos you're above it.....
spread your legs.....
I'll fukkin shove it
I'm gonna write a peom for you that's better than swedish fish
NONSENSE! there is no poem better than that of the swedish fish!
which in Zulu translates to.....
umbke ke leta kad uik
/ swaheli ?
go hump
the wall
go grab the curtain
fall...and swim through sharks...
you turd-fest....
I undressed you
now you're trying
to save face.....
you disgrace....
yuo moron