Saturday, February 18, 2012

Not quite

Electrical outlet, currently. Currant oatmeal scone, a venn diagram. I'll fight a man, won't kill em. Gorilla glue, herbivore. Religion for, no one deem. Spleen to appendix, explode. Implode like, solar. Molar hurts, drill time. Rhyme hard, brick & mortar. Porter & lager, drunken tiger style. Lyle Lovett, got a big ass band. Rand, I shrug. Drug, ingest copious. Dopey, sneezey, and grumpy, my presence dwarf. Barf, too many illicit substances. Rain dances, with wolves. Pulls and pushed, tug o' war. Or end conflict invisibly, can't see optometrically. Geometrically, might stab you with a compass. Rumpus room gets jumping, crackalackin and mackin. Actin niggas like Denzel, fall off like King Kong. Dong ring big, like Ben. Ten, styles transform extra terrestrial.

1 comment:

Go ahead make my day