Tag: books
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The Lads Up Der In Heaven
Rabelais and James Joyce in tatters, non-stop screaming laughing Two kin hyenas ginsoaked keen for fine feeding using divinely given gifts to write fart jokes Gassed over hatter-mad scholars trying to find meaning in their words. Joyce had a fine voice, could have been a singer People scanread Ulysses then screed Reddit reviews highlighting the…
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Dream Girl Type Dreams
Whatever sight is before me the one she prefers Lines across her bitten lip tweak my favour, no need for tears She wants a gold ring to band her finger, Frodo’s twin, and cakes tiered Six pints absolutely steaming, girls of my dreams man Streamer how much of my life I’m showing Dreamer how slow…
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SpitItOut
About to lay down truths Leaving today with an empty boot Fuck fire I’m pyre in the booth Vampire in the tooth Cthulhu call me Architeuthis My brother and me raised by a wolf We trust but each other Direlings, born under the sign of Wolfe’s arctother Our arcs align with one another Our snarks…
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Getting Away
I can’t never get no satisfaction Phallus rusted with long inaction Of every whole I get but fraction My mirror soul is lightning fractured. My packs are packed cling wrapped You a gentled hawk with wing clipped I’m a wing commander goat, goldlipped My stealth bombers provoke no radar blip My spud shooters got potato…
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Dole Day
Your fella broke Spent his day All day ag ól In the park so cans aren’t cold Hopes tonight he’ll get his hole Cheeks sink like she’s sucking out my soul Cheap drink because it’s a government payroll I worked in a cafe before I was king Ass loving corsair, a lord of the ring…
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Movie Night (Got Tings In)
At my thumb track, her spine traced Her back tightens, undulating lace From her jean waist bending forward Clash of Titans, Andromeda frightened by Krakens Cracking on with it, craic is 60 I’ve techniques like a crack shot for trick joints I knew when she linked me the think sexy is mutual, shortest distance between…
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DESESH
Given more dead arms than Belgian Congo In Ireland to drink is to be Ag Ol Being shitfaced is my main goal Carried to bedroom by my girl Sour vomit down toilet swirls Brown out like slipped into wrong hole. More arm feels than Aki More destructive arms than Iraqi Hadn’t, still plagued by Khaki…