100th post part deux?

why didn't i do this before! lyrics on the 100th post :)

masturbation procrastination

STOP, HALT!
take those hands out of your pants.
stop squeezing your little friend till it turns blue!
that's just sad of you,
wait a while and then you'll see.
how anticipation is the key.
you want that fountain to shoot sky high?
then crack your knuckles and massage those arms.
for the task ahead, you better be armed
to the teeth with sexual fantasy.
you want to be breathing oh so heavily
grab the edge of your seat like your flying free
the worlds tallest roller coaster is just a joke,
compared to what you are about to invoke
it's the call of the wild,
song of the wolves
those molecules within you are about to explode!
stop and take it slow for a while,
sip some wine if you have the time
enjoy, and massage that puppy of yours
but don't rub it too hard
unless you want sores.
procrastinate? what was i saying,
finish now i'm done with this playing.

100th post surprise!

it's my 100 post, so here's a little somethin somethin'

***

I see you slidin' round
with, your high heels on
drop your waist
to the bass down low.
don't stop,
and mess my flow.

so bring it back
throw me on the wall
roll that nice ass to the ground
pop, stop, don't look back
just let our bodies do the talkin'
let our sides keep on rockin'

you pushy? that's nice.
come ova here and get a slice
you shy? that's fine.
come say hi, it's no crime
can't dance? alrite.
just follow me, and then you'll see
how music seduces you and me
____

tonight i'll pop your bottle,
make the champagne fizz
so remove that dress
and we'll make a mess
-touch your breast
i'm already obsessed
but listen to me here
i don't aim to please,
im here to blow your mind,
ready for me?

Time for a quicky?

I always love the opportunity when i can incorporate musical nonsense into my posts.


next post is number 100!
I'll think of something interesting...

Relationships with someone else.

fuck,
those drums,
that keep misplacing all my thoughts.
it's honestly a distraction,
when the flare of the snare
and the kick of the bass start to push my neurons aside
to make room for the sensory overflow,
the electronic cataclysm
that bounces around my head when music arrives,
like a bride to a wedding,
big and majestic, takes priority over my body,
ties the controls to my muscles to play with the arms and legs
like a puppet master.
damn music, stop being so good.

my drug.

Dizzy art.

Soo i dug up my old art supplies
and with a little magic.
i did this.
OOOOO!

^click to see, a bigger version of me!^

Ever stick your hands in a dying animal to keep warm?

If you trip on yourself
fall into step,
drop your hat
in the beginning, middle,
of being fat
flick up with your toes,
feel the air whistle thin.
against all your curves, and
that slightly bent brim
it's nice outside
beam it to all hearing ears
let the sun taint you with
feel good tears
and the chill'd water
calm your overexcited cells
hello fat bottom bitches
chillin' by the sea.
my horoscope says
i'll be your nectar,
if you be my bumble bee.
have a slice of my cheese
you pretty little pink.
sunset by the trees.

more of this warm weather please!

strange times of my life,

well, we have a startling. discovery.
my friend. abe o'donachey. has fallen.
he. will be remembered. oh yea.
let's have sex on the beach to commemorate.
yes, ill hump every living in sight.
go without flight.
a wingless beast having intercourse.
but gentle hearts give me morsel.
enough to live, spread my legs out wide.
and c'mon guys, gander whats inside.
my belly button it looks like an orange.
sliced in half 50-50.
i know its strange, but give me time
to start my kangaroo farm.
here in the states, where deer run rapid.
ill make rabid kangaroo's to feast on their
overpopulation.
our population is too big, live a little less.
next time your feeling down, just jump from your nest.
with your wingless wings, you will try to flap when you
have second thoughts.
but it is too late, as the ground welcomes you.

Dubstep.

I'll be starting my own dance class soon.

SOOOO

-bring your pets with you!
-it's good for your heart!
-be sure to wear safety pads if you're a novice
-and lastly, let dubstep's snips and sparks of sound rattle your connective tissue till it peels off the bone.

Underwear and song.

Bring them, out.
all your unused underwear.
i have yet another brilliant business plan.
to sell used underwear to all the perverts of the land!

i'll bejewel them, encrust them with fine gold dust,
lace some up or lace others down.

and yes i'll even take the ones with a little bit of brown.

make sure you don't wash them.  They are unique to their owners.
people want the special smell of your penis sweat.
or the leaky residue from an over excited vagina.

and the more holes, the more thrills.
i always say.

AND NOW LETS SING!

6:16 am talk

Shut up,
it's not 6 am.  I DON'T BELIEVE YOU!

liar liar father time,
mother time?
grandson TIME!

what are all these times? perception. duh.

that's all it is.  Ever notice why time moves faster and slower sometimes?

yea, do something boring and it will seem forever, do something exciting.

then well.

SHIT HAPPENS.

and not the shit that covers your brand name briefs with silly little brown spots!

Critics from a Critic:
nah nah. just take your life mannn.
take it and enjoy it mannn.
it won't even go by fasterrrrr.
cause you won't even know the time dudeeee!
hahahhahahaha
and you'll just have that smirk on your face the whole time hahaha.
damnnn i want my face to be like that all the time. shiiiiit.
hahahaha
that's life i guessss mannn.
-the critic.

so

bring it back and around.
fella pass that joint to the left.
don't be slow, feel the riff.
of that weird ass guitar fello playing in the back
you all just ignore, but it gets to you in fact
a slight twitch of your foot starts moving to the beat
oh no, you've got a strain of musical influence
bearing deep in your neurological state
guess this guys got skills
i wonder his fate?


haha. sleeping.