Song Of The Day: Save Me / Aimee Mann
Word Of The Day: Suaveolent / Smelling sweet
she took it home for a few fun hours. before the show, the showboat showered. shit and spit off of its shaft. she fed it, and said it had frightening laugh. she took it to the gig, the crowd was big, it's a goat in the garden, gobbling sprigs. the room bloomed, oeuvre sounds, the over-soul in the under-ground. gotta full house, gotta hundred-eighty, it spouts God-pop while it scopes loose ladies. encore! deja vu, U did this shit, now this shit does U. this kidz id siphoning suchness, tryin' to forget the riddle: what witness?
the bump and grind, a barrel 'a monkeys, the jungle jumps with the lithesome lumps. net three grand in just one night, that's a six foot bulb, but it can't buy light. who's who in the world of whatnot? more spoiled snots than a neti-pot. hot spot, gut rot, blood clot, money shot, paint a she-bot with a rorschak blot. Warped Witness Watches Its Bitches Botching Love's Wishes. god green girls give good head. in the green room, on a beer-stained bed. its digits are dialing a buxom bust, toggle areolas like an abbacus. bang, bang, finger gun, finger bang betties till the arm goes numb. Its gets sick of just fingering chicks. rather shoot the rapids in their River Styx. encore! deja vu, U did this shit, now this shit does U. this kidz id siphoning suchness, tryin' to forget the riddle: what witness?
stop. stop. the telegram drops. cell phone beeps, messages mix, one from god two from chix whose lips lick drips from dix. artsy party at some dude's loft, beat goes on, the and clothes come off, "Is it you?" "Yes, it is." "So, what's life like in the music biz?" a pause, a gaze, her eyes look droopy, one more drink and i gotta new groupie. sake! sake! we drink like Japs, geisha girls in our grinding laps. coke, jokes, a packet of fags, all the pretty horses, dressed in drag. kiss, kiss with the guhrlz upstairs, topless tarts make my sub woofs blare. they're the Red Cross, they're the candy stripers, squeegee me like windshield wipers. "ME, ME" the POMO mantra, taste like shit but it's not tantra. thrills, chills, it spills white drops, flaxen dolls lapping it up like mops. encore! deja vu, U did this shit, now this shit does U. this kidz id siphoning suchness, tryin' to forget the riddle: what witness?
you could kill Euclid with all of these angles, shaped by apes, raped by angels. the sun comes up, the moon's in shock. the birds go back in their coo-coo clocks. Encore! Deja Vu
