You have assembled the claptrap
of "It might be said",
This is the purest anti-materialist
inherited structure of Tsardom
"WASP WAISTS AND MONKEY TAILS:
THE CODE OF POETRY, 772,
Haven't you figured that
out yet Blondie?
There's a wrench, and there's a monkey
all right, but there's nothing so patently
ridiculous as Father Jon
never shutting up about Hooters
I like a lovely miasma of
noises and poetry too
so also probably a bit
of a cynical romantic ;o) Ha!
Here’s a f**king dickhead
from nowhere phuck you guys
be a dickhead torturing Fred Durst
in a variety of ways for
five minutes with Butt Trumpet
