| Sucka Fish Rocks My Face | Contributor |
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when feeling faded, buy some paint |
Humanicide |
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don't feel jaded, or love with taint. |
oldschooldetroit |
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"cause you're a stinkin' ass junkie who huffs spray paint |
3ringcrashpad |
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or just stand outside with people making bloody skies |
ColourMyWorld |
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bloody skies brings bloody rain to make bloody mud pies on a beach full of scabs. |
oldschooldetroit |
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the eye of the wheel on the machine in the sky smiles at tears shed on a slab |
Humanicide |
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of the children, turned inside out and smiling, palms turned up, sizzling as the sun bakes |
ColourMyWorld |
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like slugs under salt on an L.A. sidewalk on a stale mid-summer day |
Humanicide |
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thinking to themselves |
ColourMyWorld |
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The almighty dollar |
scetter |
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valued, crisp and dirty |
ColourMyWorld |
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Your sister's very flirty |
3ringcrashpad |
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but your brother's extremely dirty |
Humanicide |
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when momma licks him clean... |
ColourMyWorld |
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she may peel back his pathetic human suit - right down to the feathers |
Humanicide |
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a bird about to leave the nest |
ColourMyWorld |
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and fly... but to where? another nest? life? dream? dimension? |
Humanicide |
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Life out in the middle of nowhere. But what would I do with myself. Self, would you really enjoy that? |
scetter |
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...or would you enjoy a freshly served up, oraly self-administered lead aenima instead? |
Humanicide |
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like fish on beefcakes? ...i think we should sleep in seperate beds... |
ColourMyWorld |
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black, gay, blind woman runs for president in US |
lordfuznut |
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the American's only had it coming... |
ColourMyWorld |
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bent over, eyes closed. |
3ringcrashpad |
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for the hobbling pirate to stick his peg-leg |
ColourMyWorld |
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as he screamed an elven yell that would not be forgotten |
Humanicide |
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a broken down transvestite smelling like |
ColourMyWorld |
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the engine can get more miles than any car. |
3ringcrashpad |
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no longer shall we walk in the shadows of your false victory |
Humanicide |
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said the branch to the chameleon. "Are you fo' rizzle?!?!" |
ColourMyWorld |
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As the winter wind blows the flurry of thoughts through the great oak |
scetter |
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the ice traps my memories around its gnarled roots |
John |
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sharp crystals severing membrains into indefinate amnesia |
scetter |
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since the ring on her finger |
ColourMyWorld |
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got lost down the drain. |
3ringcrashpad |
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Swimming through human waste it dawned on me that we are all that to our governing system |
scetter |
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until they dangle those worm$ in front of your "sucka fish" face |
Humanicide |
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dipped in jesus juice before pouches of parched red |
ColourMyWorld |
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like standing in a crowded city bus during rush hour on a friday... |
Humanicide |
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nothing's ever promised today or tomorrow |
ColourMyWorld |
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but yesterday is always a guarantee |
Humanicide |
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So today, when you look on the calendar for last night's tomorrow, |
3ringcrashpad |
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remember the past, don't hold it; dream of what is to come |
Humanicide |
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in the confines of your own mind, watching that oddities of the inside out |
ColourMyWorld |
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transforming and manipulating your eyes to see in "X" instead of PG13 |
Humanicide |
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Uncrossing and recrossing the boundaries on the tits of a cat |
3ringcrashpad |
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George Bush is a hairball I wish I could cough up, like a lump in my throat the world is on a downward spiral. |
scetter |
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I woke up to a strange tongue coating my mouth like PB&J |
ColourMyWorld |
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and my lazy eye kept clapping. |
3ringcrashpad |
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like a seal in a 3 RING CRASH....SPACE..... |
Humanicide |
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blasting through countdowns on finger-bite sandwiches |
ColourMyWorld |
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while the nails grow thin and lust grows strong; i'll wait for the curtains before i have a meal... |
Humanicide |
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i'll wait, salting vines shot from eyes and mouth... they once caressed my growth |
ColourMyWorld |
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...but grew to grow no more; .....like me; - as i have no face.... nor do they... |
Humanicide |
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they are the ones who share hosts under cells of the forgotten man |
ColourMyWorld |
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Boom Chicka Chicka Chicka Boom Chicka Chicka Chicka Boom Chicka Chicka BOOM! |
3ringcrashpad |
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i've got a lovely bunch of coconuts feedle-dee-dee |
Humanicide |
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Tweedle dee, tweedle dum, keep your coconuts...; I've already got some! |
oldschooldetroit |
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well give them back, i say! they're my damn coconuts and i, ooh look a rabbit. |
Humanicide |
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SOS, please-someone-help-me! |
ColourMyWorld |
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My hands are tied |
scetter |
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