Green Cold Bitter Mellons

music for the underground masses

Saturday, July 05, 2008

saw one of dalhi's surreal creatures
heard their entrance sounded like a piano's chord

i wanna smell your moistured flesh
like a monkey in the desert
like a pilgrin all alone

came to bless your sacred garden
came to feel that awesome soul

rock 'n' roll is in your mind in your body and in your soul

sounds very hot in your skin
it is a delight to see once more your beautifully shaped pubic hair
and she... holds on to that marquee moon...............

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it's an effort to break the boundaries of collocations ... i don't like the rule of words being described or followed by certain adjectives or verbs which normally obey this or that limitation... fuck rules man... fuck' em... if i wanna say i drink a car i'll say i drink a car ... if i wanna say i believe the fridge i'll fuckin' say it... go get your cock off or sth.....

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